Nancy Freeman-Mitford by Bassano

We have a little garden, which is not much to boast of, and yet it is a dozen little gardens each full of romance for the children - lawns surrounded by flowering hedges, and intricate thickets of gooseberries and currants, and remote nooks of potatoes and peas, and high banks, down which you can slide in a sitting posture, and corners in which you come upon unexpected puppies - altogether a pocket-paradise with a sheltered cove of sand in easy reach (for 'Ginia even) just below.

Leslie Stephen, summer of 1884

Julia Stephen

Throw away your bedsocks and your Welsh wool knitted jacket, I will warm the sheets like an electric toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.

Under Milk Wood, Dylan Thomas

Angelica Garnett and Virginia Woolf

The sense of all that floating away for ever down the stream, unknown for ever; queer sense of the past swallowing so much of oneself.

The Diary of Virginia Woolf