She was late.
She gave one look at the sunflower on the terra-cotta plaque. That symbol of her girlish sentiment amused
her grimly. She had meant it to signify
flowers, fields in the heart of London; but now it was cracked.
The
Years (95)
August 29, 1935, Woolf writes in her diary that
she has been “doing the scene of Esther’s day with the usual pangs and
ecstacies” (D4 335).
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