Thursday, February 21, 2008

how like a mirror, her face

Thursday, February 21, 2008

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you? People were more often - he searched for a simile, found one in his work - torches, blazing away until they whifffed out. How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought.

- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

2 comments:

Daddo said...

I read this ten times and hit myself with a shillelagh and still I don't get it. :)

Only my macushla can understand this.

Angeli said...

if your macushla is your mirror, then she wouldn't get it, too, huh? :)

 
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