• She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. Then she went inside there to see what it was. It was her image of Jody tumbled down and shattered. But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.

    Zora Neale Hurston (1937). “Their Eyes Were Watching God”, p.87, University of Illinois Press