I'll Never Be Young Again
The iron of the bridge felt hot under my hand. The sun had been upon it all day. Gripping hard with my hands I lifted myself on to the bar and gazed down steadily on the water passing under ... I thought of places I would never see, and women I should never love. A white sea breaking on a beach, the slow rustle of a shivering tree, the hot scent of grass ... I breathed deeply and I felt as though the waiting water rose up in front of me and would not let me go'
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - helen295 - LibraryThing
I'll Never Be Young Again was Daphne du Maurier's second novel, written when she was only twenty three years old. It's different from the other books of hers that I've read so far. It doesn't have the ... Read full review
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"But then dreams are apart from the business of living; they are things we shed from us gently as we grow older" Du Maurier's second novel begins in London as Richard (Dick) is snatched from ... Read full review