The thunder of false modesty was deafening.
by Sebastian Faulks
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In "Engleby," Sebastian Faulks explores themes of identity and self-perception through the protagonist's introspective journey. The phrase "The thunder of false modesty was deafening" captures the idea that many people use modesty as a facade to mask their true ambitions or insecurities. It underlines the irony that, despite their attempts to appear humble, such behaviors can be loud and attention-grabbing, revealing deeper truths about their character. The character's reflection on societal expectations and personal authenticity highlights the tension between how one presents themselves versus their internal reality. Faulks invites readers to consider the implications of this dissonance and the consequences of maintaining a false image, suggesting that true understanding comes from embracing honesty over pretense.

In "Engleby," Sebastian Faulks explores themes of identity and self-perception through the protagonist's introspective journey. The phrase "The thunder of false modesty was deafening" captures the idea that many people use modesty as a facade to mask their true ambitions or insecurities. It underlines the irony that, despite their attempts to appear humble, such behaviors can be loud and attention-grabbing, revealing deeper truths about their character.

The character's reflection on societal expectations and personal authenticity highlights the tension between how one presents themselves versus their internal reality. Faulks invites readers to consider the implications of this dissonance and the consequences of maintaining a false image, suggesting that true understanding comes from embracing honesty over pretense.

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