Sarah Therry
Wandelingen 08 09 10
“A blank. All frost. Still frost. Burning white. Burning blue. The elms red. I did not mean to describe, once more, the downs in snow; but it came. And I can't help even now turning to look at Asheham down, red, purple, dove blue grey, with the cross so melodramatically against it. What is the phrase I always remember— or forget. Look your last on all things lovely.”
Uit: A Writer's Diary van Virginia Woolf, 9 januari 1941.
