"I kept thinking, 'It's unlucky to know you're happy; it's unlucky to say you're happy. Touch wood. Cross my fingers. Spit'
(..) I went upstairs to change my dress. I put on a dress with a flower-pattern that I had bought. The shadows of the leaves on the wall were moving quickly, like the patterns the sun makes on water."

("Voyage in the dark", Jean Rhys)