I'm so nerdy over all the symbolism and writing in this...
"His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat"
"His strange, heavy, almost waxen face was not lined by experience, rather experience seemed to have washed it perfectly smooth, like a stone on a beach whose fissures had been eroded by successive tides" ["The Bloody Chamber"]
— Oct 24, 2016 06:11PM
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