Wolf Hall - pg. 311

Why are we so attached to the severities of the past? Why are we so proud of ourselves for having endured our fathers and hour mothers, the fireless days and the meatless days, the cold winters and the sharp tongues? It's not as if we had a choice. Even Liz, once when they were young, when she'd seen him early in the morning putting Gregory's shirt to warm before the fire, even Liz had said sharply, don't do that, he'll expect it every day.