Spejllitteratur x 2

- fra afsnittet "Den følelsesfulde" i Marcel Schwobs Monelles bog, oversat af Julie Gufler (Forlaget Sidste århundrede, der ser ud til for alvor, bare dekadentere, at ville konkurrere med Baslisk om de vildeste internationale småværker):

"I bøger havde prinsesse Morgane læst historien om Snehvides spejl, som kunne tale og varslede hende om hendes halshugning, og fortællingen om Ilsée, og eventyret om natspejlet fra byen Milet, som fik de miletiske kvinder til at hænge sig ved måneskin. Hun havde set det mystiske maleri, hvor den forlovede drog sværd mod sin kommende brud, fordi de ved havde mødt sig selv i aftendisen; for dobbeltgængere varsler død. Men hun frygtede ikke sit eget billede, eftersom hun aldrig havde mødt sig selv som sig selv, ubarmhjertig og vellystig, men kun som troskyldig tilsløret. Og hverken de polerede klinger af grønt guld eller de tunge lag af kviksølv viste Morgane for Morgane."

- fra Psycho-forfatteren Robert Blochs seriøst uhyggelige novelle "The Hungry House", indlemmet i jumbo-antologien The Weird:

""The lock sprung. he tugged at the door, opened it, inhaled a gust of mouldy dampness, then raised the flash and directed the beam into the long, narrow closet.
  A thousand silver slivers stabbed at his eyeballs. Golden, gleaming fire seared his pupils. He jerked the flashlight back, sent the beam upwards. Again, lances of light entered his eyes.
  Suddenly he adjusted his vision and comprehension. He stood peering into a room full of mirrors. They hung from cords, lay in corners, stood along the wall in rows.
  There was a tall, staely full-length mirror, set in a door; a pair of plate-glass ovals, inset in old-fashioned dresser-tops; a panel glass, and even a complete, dismantled bathroom medicine cabinet similar to the one they had just installed. And the floor was lined with hand-mirrors of all sizes and shapes. He noted an ornate silver-handled mirror straight from a womans's dressing table; behind it stood the vanity-mirror removed from the table itself. And there were pocket-mirrors, mirrors from purse-compacts, mirrors of every size and shape. Against the far wall stood a whole series of looking glass slabs the appeared to have been mounted at one time in a bedroom wall.
  He gazed at half a hundred silvered surfaces, gazed at half a hundred reflections of his own bewildered face."



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