Rebecca: Memories

“If only there could be an invention,” I said impulsively, “that bottled up a memory, like a scent. And it never faded and never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”

p. 36

Ah, she’s wanting a pensieve. 

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