For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity.


The edible woman ; Surfacing ; Lady oracle (ed. Treasure Press, 1987) - ISBN: 9780706431889

Margaret Atwood Quotes

For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already...

For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already...

For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already...

For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already...