But what is worth of my opinion? Nothing. So, I sit in my lodge and look, like a child of three, at a bird; at a flower; at a butterfly. There was a butterfly, in spite of the raging wind.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Ethel Smyth dated 29 March 1934.
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