They did not want to hold it close, imprisoned and secure, as I did. In many ways her life resembles a fairy tale. Ben van Meerendonk, AHF, IISG, Amsterdam // Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 2. This was secure, this funny little fragment of time he would never remember, never think about again…For them it was just after lunch, quarter-past-three on a haphazard afternoon, like any hour, like any day. Daphne du Maurier was born on at 24 Cumberland Terrace, Regent's Park, London, the middle of three daughters of prominent actor-manager Sir Gerald du Maurier and actress Muriel, ne Beaumont. Daphne du Maurier struggled with writer’s block while writing Rebecca. Here we sat together, Maxim and I, hand-in-hand, and the past and the future mattered not at all. This moment was safe though, this could not be touched. Some of us would go away, or suffer, or die, the future stretched away in front of us, unknown, unseen, not perhaps what we wanted, not what we planned. And we would be changed perhaps, never sitting quite like this again. In a little while it would be different, there would come tomorrow, and the next day and another year. “I wanted to go on sitting there, not talking, not listening to the others, keeping the moment precious for all time, because we were peaceful all of us, we were content and drowsy even as the bee who droned above our heads. This special edition of Rebecca includes excerpts from Daphne du Maurier's The Rebecca Notebook and Other Memories, an essay on the real Manderley, du Maurier's original epilogue to the book, and more.
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