“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 Rhys, book Good Morning, Midnight

Source: Good Morning, Midnight

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novelist from Dominica 1890–1979

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