"He snatched up a heavy bronze from the mantelpiece -- a beautiful thing, even as he snatched it, his fingers caressed the patina -- and the impulse seized him to smash the mirror and smash the face -- to break out in howls and animal gestures.
Silly! One could not do that. The inherited inhibitions of twenty civilized centuries tied one hand and foot in bonds of ridicule. What if he did smash the mirror? Nothing would happen."
-Dorothy L. Sayers
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