And yet what precisely is this "greatness"? Just where, or in what, does it lie? I am quite aware it would take a far wiser head than mine to answer such a question, but if I were forced to hazard a guess, I would say that it is the very lack of obvious drama or spectacle that sets the beauty of our land apart. What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint. It is as though the land knows of its own beauty, of its own greatness, and feels no need to shout it ...
There will always be, I realize, those who would claim that any attempt to analyse greatness as I have been doing is quite futile. "You know when somebody’s got it and you know when somebody hasn’t,’"Mr Graham’s argument would always be. "Beyond that there’s nothing much you can say." But I believe we have a duty not to be so defeatist in this matter. It is surely a professional responsibility for all of us to think deeply about these things so that each of us may better strive towards attaining "dignity" for ourselves.
Kazuo Ishiguro, from The Remains of the Day
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