‘Since mountains sink to vales, and valleys die, ‘And seas and rivers mourn their sources dry; ‘When my old cassock,’ says a Welsh divine, ‘Is out at elbows, why should I repine?’
“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
Virginia Woolf | A Room of One’s Own
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