How could one leap on the back of life and wring its scruff? — Virginia Woolf, A Moment's Liberty: The Shorter Diary
How could one leap on the back of life and wring its scruff? — Virginia Woolf, A Moment's Liberty: The Shorter Diary
How could one leap on the back of life and wring its scruff? — Virginia Woolf, A Moment's Liberty: The Shorter Diary
How could one leap on the back of life and wring its scruff? — Virginia Woolf, A Moment's Liberty: The Shorter Diary
How could one leap on the back of life and wring its scruff? — Virginia Woolf, A Moment's Liberty: The Shorter Diary
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How could one leap on the back of life and wring its scruff?

— Virginia Woolf, A Moment's Liberty: The Shorter Diary
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