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A scandal, a scandal, to let so much time slip and I leaning on the Bridge watching it go. Only leaning has not been my pose; running up and down, irritably, excitedly, restlessly. And the stream viciously eddying. Why do I write these metaphors? Because I have written nothing for an age.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 27 October 1928 (via proustitute)(via leprintemps)
Posted on June 11, 2011 via A la recherche du temps perdu with 62 notes
Source: proustitute
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Paper products & silver emulsions & things that work with gears. Long-form writing about art, reading, & living in Bilbao here.
