a lovely quote

I'm reading this fantastic book called Rebecca right now. It's by Daphne du Maurier. Anyway, I was devouring--I mean, uh, reading--it yesterday and came across this brilliant description of one of the gentlemen:

"Yes, Frank," I said. I called him Frank because Maxim did, but he would always call me Mrs. de Winter. He was that sort of person. Even if we had been thrown on a desert island together, and lived there in intimacy for the rest of our lives, I should have been Mrs. de Winter."

I just like that very much.

And that is all.

Inky