“A little while ago you talked about an invention, some scheme for capturing a memory. You would like, you told me, at a chosen moment to live the past again. I’m afraid I think rather differently from you. All memories are bitter, & I prefer to ignore them. Something happened a year ago that altered my life, & I want to forget every phase in my existence up to that time. Those days are finished. They are blotted out. I must begin living all over again…It does not always work, of course, sometimes the scent is too strong for the bottle, & too strong for me. And then the devil in one, like a furtive peeping Tom, tries to draw the cork”
Daphne Du Maurier
Daphne Du Maurier
