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Extract
from Landscape of Farewell, Alex Miller (Allen & Unwin
2007), Chapter 12, "Winifred's Naked Shoulders".
Winifred always undresses at the foot of our bed in
front of the dressing table mirror. While she takes off her
clothes she glances at herself from time to time in the mirror.
At fifty Winifred is still a handsome and sexually interesting
woman. I have often observed, with a small thrill of jealousy,
how men much younger than she look at her with admiration.
Her bare arms and shoulders in the soft lamplight of the bedroom
are as exciting to me as they were when we first met. Winifred
is a woman who has matured into her beauty. Although she was
scarcely more than twenty when we first met she was a rather
serious young woman. Most people, I think, would probably not
have described her as beautiful at that age. She became beautiful
later, and people who knew her only when she was young were
surprised when they met the woman of beauty and distinction
Winifred grew into later in life. I saw her beauty, however,
from the first moment. I was in my early thirties when we first
met. I was coming down the central staircase at the university
library and she was standing at the index boxes on the lower
floor going through cards, bending forward to make a note,
then straightening again. There was something so lovely in
the way she moved her shoulders, her dark hair falling forward
over her face, that it made me catch my breath. Entranced,
I stood on the landing of the stairs and watched her, until
at last, feeling my gaze on her, she looked up and saw me.
For more than thirty years we were happy together.... |
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