Final Word

This week's Final Word comes from a living Nobel peace prizewinner:

"One day I was able to get up, after gathering all my strength. I wanted to see myself in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto.

"From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me."

No one identified last week's Final Word from Marie Corelli's The Sorrow's of Satan . The prize will roll over to next week when the winner will receive a £40 book token.