| 'THE FURIES ARE AT HOME IN THE MIRROR; IT IS THEIR ADDRESS. EVEN
THE CLEAREST WATER, IF DEEP ENOUGH CAN DROWN. NEVER THINK TO SURPRISE THEM.
YOUR FACE APPROACHING EVER SO FRIENDLY IS THE WHITE FLAG THEY IGNORE. THERE
IS NO TRUCE WITH THE FURIES. THE MIRROR'S TEMPERATURE IS ALWAYS AT ZERO.
IT IS ICE IN THE VEINS. ITS CAMERA IS AN X-RAY. IT IS A CHALICE HELD OUT
TO YOU IN SILENT COMMUNION, WHERE GASPINGLY YOU PARTAKE OF A SHIFTING IDENTITY
NEVER YOUR OWN.'
R S Thomas
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