The Handmaid’s Tale

“There remains a mirror, on the hall wall.  If I turn my head so that the white wings framing my face direct my vision towards it, I can see as I go down the stairs, round, convex, a pier glass, like the eye of a fish, and myself in it like a distorted shadow, a parody of something, some fairy-tale figure in a red cloak, descending towards a moment of carelessness that is the same as danger. A Sister, dipped in blood.”

from The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood pg. 11


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