But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.
Jean RhysI have tried," I said, "but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now" (it is always too late for truth, I thought).
Jean RhysShe had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
Jean RhysIt was like letting go and falling back into water and seeing yourself grinning up through the water, your face like a mask, and seeing the bubbles coming up as if you were trying to speak from under the water. And how do you know what it's like to try to speak from under water when you're drowned?
Jean Rhys