“I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance, but no name.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I took the print of life not outwardly, but inwardly upon the raw, the white, the unprotected fibre. I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
