Will You Look Into My Eyes And

We Know One Another. This Is The Present. There Is No Past And No Future. Here I Am Washing My Hands, And The Cracked Mirror Shows Me To Myself, Suspended As It Were, In Time; This Is Me, This Moment Will Not Pass.

Either You Go To America With Mrs. Van Hopper Or You Come Home To Manderley With Me." "do You Mean You Want A Secretary Or Something?" "no, I'm Asking You To Marry Me, You Little Fool.

…you Guessed That Somewhere, In Heaven Knew What Country And What Guise, There Was Someone Who Was Part Of Your Body And Your Brain, And That Without Him You Were Lost, A Straw Blown By The Wind.

Why, He Wondered, Should He Remember Her Suddenly, On Such A Day, Watching The Rain Falling On The Apple Trees?

I Held Out My Arms To Him And He Came To Me Like A Child.