Quotations from Virginia Woolf, often (but not always) linked to flowers, usually inspired by what is in bloom, and accompanied by my photos and artwork or that of friends. (Quotations are from the standard American editions: mostly the annotated Harcourt Brace series edited by Mark Hussey)
Monday, July 6, 2015
Green Glass: July 6, 2015
Glass paperweight at Monk's House
It was a lump of glass, so thick as to be almost opaque; the smoothing of the sea had completely worn off any edge or shape, so that it was impossible to say whether it had been a bottle, tumbler, or window-pane; it was nothing but glass; it was almost a precious stone.. You had only to enclose it in a rim of gold, or pierce it with a wire, and it became a jewel; part of a necklace, or a dull, green light upon a finger. Perhaps after all it was really a gem; something worn by a dark Princess trailing her finger in the water as she sat in the stern of the boat and listened to the slaves singing as they rowed her across the Bay. Or the oak sides of a sunk Elizabethan treasure-chest had split apart, and, rolled over and over, over and over, its emeralds had come at last to shore.