Sketch of the Past
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The Moment: Summer's Night, Virginia Woolf
The Moment: Summer's Night, Virginia Woolf
‘There were such pretty lanes in those days. That was how your uncle met your Aunt Emily, you know,’ she addressed Katharine. ‘They walked home through the lanes.’
‘A spig of May in her bonnet,’ Mrs. Cosham ejaculated, reminiscently.
‘And next Sunday he had violets in his buttonhole. And that was how we guessed.’
‘A spig of May in her bonnet,’ Mrs. Cosham ejaculated, reminiscently.
‘And next Sunday he had violets in his buttonhole. And that was how we guessed.’
— Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
Tuesday February 21st
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