He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion. A thick round wall of glass.
John FowlesAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: March 31, 1926
- Died: November 5, 2005
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