I like her and being with her and the splendour—she shines in the grocer’s shop in Sevenoaks with a candle lit radiance, stalking on legs like beech trees, pink glowing, grape clustered, pearl hung. That is the secret of her glamour, I suppose.
Virginia Woolf on Vita Sackville-West, from a diary entry dated 21 December 1925.
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