'Certainly one day, but that is far in the unimaginable future, I shall be forced to bear the ultimate in unsupportable reality; and also, strange but true, the voice of a bird will draw me through the moment of transition into the moment of release from action and suffering: into being; into a reality I, somehow, must have earned, although it was too bright to bear for long - or I too dark to bear it.'
from The Swan in the Evening by Rosamond Lehmann (Part Two, Section 2)
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