If I can’t be sure of the actual events any more, I can at least be true to the impressions those facts left. That’s the best I can manage.
Note: An early signal that we're dealing with an unreliable narrator here.
He gave the impression that he believed in things. We did too—it was just that we wanted to believe in our own things, rather than what had been decided for us. Hence what we thought of as our cleansing scepticism.
Note: Scepticism is so attractive to teenagers.
But now Adrian’s arrival dislodged Alex from his position—or rather, gave us another choice of philosopher. If Alex had read Russell and Wittgenstein, Adrian had read Camus and Nietzsche. I had read George Orwell and Aldous Huxley; Colin had read Baudelaire and Dostoevsky. This is only a slight caricature.
Note: What do the choices of philosopher tell us about each person?
How far their anxieties outran our experience.
Note: This passage reminds me of what Thomas Jefferson said, "How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened."