Καθώς η Tessy μου θύμισε το αγαπημένο μου
Tess of the d'Urbervilles, να και ένα απόσπασμα που μου είχε κάνει ιδιαίτερη εντύπωση όταν το διάβαζα.
She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year; the disastrous night of her undoing at Trantridge with its dark background of The Chase; also the dates of the baby's birth and death; also her own birthday; and every other day individualized by incidents in which she had taken some share. She suddenly thought one afternoon, when looking in the glass at her fairness,
that there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would have disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it? Why did she not feel the chill of each yearly encounter with such a cold relation? She had Jeremy Taylor's thought that some time in the future those who had known her would say: "It is the ----th, the day that poor Tess Durbeyfield died"; and there would be nothing singular to their minds in the statement Of that day, doomed to be her terminus in time through all the ages, she did not know the place in month, week, season or year.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
Phase the Second: Maiden no More
http://www.doc.ic.ac.uk/~rac101/concord/texts/tess/tess2.html