How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?


The letters of Virginia Woolf (ed. Harcourt, 1975)


How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?