'I’ve been to a cinema, she answered quickly.
He nodded, as if sagely. A cinema, yes. Such curious places, I always think. Such instructive places … Next time you go to a cinema, Miss Langrish, you ought to just try something. Just turn your head and look over your shoulder. What will you find? So many faces, all lit by the restless, flickering light of impermanent things. Eyes fixed, and wide, with awe, with terror or with lust. Just so, you see, is the unevolved spirit held in thrall by material sense; by fictions and by dreams …'
Four Londoners during World War Two, more than enough ingredients for a plot by this author; signed by Sarah Waters.
