Passage Looking For A Novel I

Cyprian, as a young child, was one of those who people would refer to as “bright”. When he grew older the same people told him and one another that he “had potential”. Unfortunately by the time he became an adult, the energy seemed to have petered out, the brightness seemed to have dimmed. The life he found himself living was unspectacular, un-brilliant and average. He was still quite intelligent, but things just didn’t come as easily as they once had, or the things that had once come easily were no longer heading his way with the same frequency.

He could never shake the feeling, it followed him everywhere as if it resided in his very shadow, that he should have had a better life. He didn’t know who to blame for this, but whoever it was would never be forgiven.