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Rebecca

"This cancer business," he said, "does anybody know if it's contagious?"

Dammit Favell, I think it's safe to say you probably won't catch uterine cancer.

Daphne Du Maurier, "Rebecca." Harper, 2006, page 375.

Rebecca

"Just the sort of thing a Communist would do."

Communists believed in the radical overthrow of capitalism and that things should sink in water.

Daphne Du Maurier, "Rebecca." Harper, 2006, page 361.

Rebecca

"Their evening routine upset. All these foolish inconsequent threads hanging upon one another, because Maxim had killed Rebecca."

If you’re going to cover up a murder, you might be late to dinner once or twice.

Daphne Du Maurier, "Rebecca." Harper, 2006, page 342.

Rebecca

“’Yes, they gave us very good curry in Singapore,’ he said.”

We stole their country, and their curry! Ha, it's good to be a British colonizing jerkface!

Daphne Du Maurier, "Rebecca." Harper, 2006, page 300.

Rebecca

"She's got the three things that matter in a wife," she told me: "breeding, brains and beauty."

That is a longer list than I would have expected given the time and society.

Daphne Du Maurier, "Rebecca." Harper, 2006, page 276.

Rebecca

"'As long as you don't black your face and pretend to be a monkey I don't mind what you do,' said Maxim."

That request is way too specific to not have happened before.

Daphne Du Maurier, "Rebecca." Harper, 2006, page 199.

Rebecca

"'The rocks had battered her to bits, you know,' she whispered, 'her beautiful face unrecognizable, and both arms gone."

If he even had one arm to go on, that would be something, but it could have been anyone without arms at that point. How do you tell?

Daphne Du Maurier, "Rebecca." Harper, 2006, page 173.

Rebecca

"Her cottage is generally a shambles and smells of boiled cabbage."

Well your wife is armless and dead and your housemaid is creepy, Maxim.

Daphne Du Maurier, "Rebecca." Harper, 2006, page 146.

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