"To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?…There is nobody—here among these grey arches, and moaning pigeons, and cheerful games and traditio...
. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.
~ Virginia Woolf ~
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. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.
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"I begin to be impatient of solitude - to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me.
"But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.
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