At some point she went into the bathroom, tried to find her image in the mirror and couldn’t. She had a moment of nearly pure terror. Then remembered that the mirror had broken and fallen in the sink. “Seven years’ bad luck,” she said aloud. “I’ll be 35.”
The Crying Of Lot 49/assets/covers/the-crying-of-lot-49.jpgThomas Pynchon
— The Crying Of Lot 49, Thomas Pynchon