Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can on — Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
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Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can only unfold them when we are alone. (5/4/1927 - From a Letter to Vita Sackville-West)

— Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928
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