I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras of acquaintance implicit in them; but in London they seem as charming as rabbits.


Letters: Sylvia Townsend Warner (1982)


I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras ...

I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras ...

I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras ...

I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras ...