There was a pretty young woman I used to see pegging out sheets and I worried that she would grow old there and that no one would know how beautiful she was. And maybe she would die without ever having really lived.
by Sebastian Faulks
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In the book "Engleby" by Sebastian Faulks, the narrator reflects on a young woman he observes hanging sheets to dry. He expresses concern that her beauty and vitality might go unnoticed as she spends her life in mundane tasks. This reflection highlights the theme of unnoticed beauty and the potential for a life unfulfilled. The narrator worries that her circumstances could lead to a life devoid of meaningful experiences, suggesting a deeper existential concern.

Faulks captures the essence of human vulnerability through this observation, emphasizing the fears that come with aging and the idea of living without truly experiencing life. The sentiment resonates with the universal anxiety of being overlooked, emphasizing how important it is for individuals to be seen and appreciated for who they are. This passage serves as a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of beauty and the essence of living fully.

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