We are all, Esme decides, just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.
Maggie O'Farrell (2008). “The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox”, p.84, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
