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The wreathing mist which dimmed her eyes obscured him too a little; but there he was, huddled and stooping forward on the backmost seat of all, elbows on knees, his face cupped in his hands, his eyes, it appeared, fixed on the floor. He might so have sat for ages, like a wax image immured in a museum, like Rodin's Le Penseur. Nevertheless of the immediate past the sight of him had recalled not a vestige.
Walter de la Mare, What Dreams May Come, 1936
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Last edited by emsr2d2; 27-Sep-2015 at 14:37. Reason: Fixed formatting
Seeing him had not brought back any recent memory.