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Young Woman in front of a Mirror (detail): Giovanni Bellini (1426-1516), 1515 (Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna)
All of a sudden she was so angry she began to tremble from her toes up.
And Amabel was just drying hers on a towel. The walls were made of
looking-glass, and were clouded-over with steam; from them her body was
reflected in a faint pink mass. She leaned over and traced her name
Amabel in that steam and that pink mass loomed up to meet her in the
flesh and looked through bright at her through the letters of her name.
She bent down to look at her eyes in the A her name began with, and as
she gazed at them steam or her breath dulled her reflection and the blue
her eyes were went out or faded.
She rubbed with the palm of her hand, and now she could see all her
face. She always thought it more beautiful than anything she had ever
seen, and when she looked at herself it was as though the two of them
would never meet again, it was to bid farewell; and at the last she
always smiled, and she did so this time as it was clouding over,
tenderly smiled as you might say good-bye, my darling darling.
...
Her bath-towel was huge and she slowly rubbed every inch
of herself with it as though she were polishing. She was gradually
changing colour, where she was dry she was going back to white; for
instance, her face was dead white but her neck was red. She was
polishing her shoulders now and her neck was paling from red into pink
and then suddenly it would go white. And all this time she was drying
herself she moved her toes as if she was moulding something.
When Alex came to an end she had not properly heard what he had been
saying so she said something almost under her breath, or so low that he
in his turn should not catch what she had said, but so that it would be
enough to tell him she was listening.
As
she went over herself with her towel it was plain that she loved her
own shape and skin. When she dried her breasts she wiped them with as
much care as she would puppies after she had given them their bath, smiling all the time.
But her stomach she wiped unsmiling upwards to make it thin. When she
came to dry her legs she hissed like grooms do. And as she got herself
dry that steam began to go off the mirror walls so that as she got white
again more and more of herself began to be reflected.
She stood out as
though so much health, such abundance and happiness should never have
clothes to hide it. Indeed she looked as though she were alone in the
world and she was so good, and so good that she looked mild, which she
was not.
Henry Green (1905-1973): from Party Going, 1939
Young Woman in front of a Mirror: Giovanni Bellini (1426-1516), 1515 (Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna)
