'"...It's only that, when you're close to death, everything wears a look of eternity. Ephemeral expressions of bad feeling felt to me" - she clapped a hand to her chest - "like a last message from the human race. The terrible urgency, and the way no one could hear. You're like a wireless receiver turned to finer and finer degrees of receptivity, so that you receive messages other people aren't really aware of sending."'
from In Certain Circles by Elizabeth Harrower (Part Three)
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