What I value is the naked contact of a mind. — Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters
What I value is the naked contact of a mind. — Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters
What I value is the naked contact of a mind. — Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters
What I value is the naked contact of a mind. — Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters
What I value is the naked contact of a mind. — Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters
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What I value is the naked contact of a mind.

— Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters
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