"Is it true,' she said, —that England is like a dream? Because one of my friends who married an Englishman wrote and told me so. She said this place London is like a cold dark dream sometimes. I want to wake up.'"Well', I answered annoyed, "that is precisely how your beautiful island seems to me, quite unreal and like a dream.'"But how can rivers and mountains and the sea be unreal?'"And how can millions of people, their houses and their streets be unreal?'"More easily,' she said, "much more easily. Yes a big city must be like a dream."
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Jean Rhys