In this part of the novel, Vida Winter explains how she considers her past to be a "compost heap". I find this interesting in the content in which she elaborates upon the analogy because I can relate it to my own life's experiences. Our memories and things that we have done in the past are what make us, and as they break down we become even the further product of our actions. Do you agree that even though the past can be forgotten, it is carried on within our continued, living being? I also can’t help but think that there is some connection between Margaret’s twin mystery and Vida’s past itself.
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