Virginia Woolf  “wrote dreamily of chattering her books on the crest of the Downs, the words pouring from her as she strode, half-delirious, in the noon-day sun. She compared it to swimming or ‘flying through the air; the current of sensations & ideas; & the slow, but fresh change of down, of road, of colour: all this is churned up into a fine sheet of perfect calm happiness. It’s true I often painted the brightest of pictures on this sheet: & often talked out loud.’ “
- Olivia Laing in To The River

Virginia Woolf  “wrote dreamily of chattering her books on the crest of the Downs, the words pouring from her as she strode, half-delirious, in the noon-day sun. She compared it to swimming or ‘flying through the air; the current of sensations & ideas; & the slow, but fresh change of down, of road, of colour: all this is churned up into a fine sheet of perfect calm happiness. It’s true I often painted the brightest of pictures on this sheet: & often talked out loud.’ “

- Olivia Laing in To The River