In the light of the Silvery Moon!
1920s postcard
… the cracked mirror shows me to myself, suspended as it were, in time; this is me, this moment will not pass.
And then I open the door and go to the dining-room, where he is sitting waiting for me at a table, and I think how in that moment I have aged, and passed on, how I have advanced one step towards an unknown destiny.
We smile, we choose our lunch, we speak of this and that, but - I say to myself - I am not she who left him five minutes ago. She has stayed behind. I am another woman …
And then I open the door and go to the dining-room, where he is sitting waiting for me at a table, and I think how in that moment I have aged, and passed on, how I have advanced one step towards an unknown destiny.
We smile, we choose our lunch, we speak of this and that, but - I say to myself - I am not she who left him five minutes ago. She has stayed behind. I am another woman …
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| — | Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca |
