We must certainly leave for Rome tomorrow, Mrs. Johnson thought. She heard herself thinking it, at some distance, as though in a dream.
She entered thus from that day a conscious duality of existence, knowing what she should and must do and making no motion toward doing it . . . to Mrs. Johnson the experience was strange and new. It confused her.
From Elizabeth Spencer, The Light in the Piazza, Ch. 3.
Image attribution: Sculpture is Cellini's Perseus with the Head of Medusa, referenced in the novella's opening paragraph. Photo is public domain, from Wikimedia Commons.
