No Truce with the furies - R S Thomas
‘The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough, can drown. Never think to surprise them. Your face approaching ever-so-friendly is the white flag they ignore. There is no truce with the furies. A mirror’s temperature is always at zero. It is ice in the veins. It’s camera is an x-ray. It is a chalice held out to you in silent...