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— ” Ecoute ! —Ecoute ! — C’est moi, c’est Ondine qui
frôle de ces gouttes d’eau les losanges sonores de ta
fenêtre illuminée par les mornes rayons de la lune;
et voici, en robe de moire, la dame châtelaine qui
contemple à son balcon la belle nuit étoilée et le beau
lac endormi.

— “Listen ! —Listen ! —It is I, it is Ondine who brushes drops of water on the resonant panes of your windows lit by the gloomy rays of the moon; and here in gown of watered silk, the mistress of the chateau gazes from her balcony on the beautiful starry night and the beautiful sleeping lake.

—Aloysius Bertrand


Letter from Virginia Woolf to Katherine Mansfield


19 December 1920

My dear Katherine

I wish you were here to enjoy your triumph – still more that we might talk about your book – For what’s the point of telling you how glad + indeed proud I am? However I must to please myself send a line to say just that.

Yours ever


If the heart were always malleable and the feelings could be controlled, who would permit himself to be tormented by any of the reverses which affection meets? Death would create no sorrow; ingratitude would lose its sting; and the betrayal of love would do no injury beyond that which it might entail upon worldly circumstances. But the heart is not malleable; nor will the feelings admit of such control.

Anthony Trollope, ‘The Small House at Allington.’ I love the way Trollope writes, with all his little comments on the human state and what he thinks of the characters behaviour and state of mind. He’s very quietly amusing (except when Slope is on the scene. Then he’s hilarious.)

The news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there’s no news at all.


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