It was hopeless the way time did not stand still, not for a fraction of a second, that there was never an occasion when I could grasp the whole intensity of pleasure, examining it, breathing it, holding it softly with my hands and saying: 'Now I am living, now . . . now . . .' It was nothing but a series of flashes quivering before my eyes, dancing themselves away
( Daphne du Maurier )
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