They don't know the troubles of the flesh
yet, he thought, as the marching boys disappeared in the direction of the
Strand--all that I've been through, he thought, crossing the road, and standing
under Gordon's statue, Gordon whom as a boy he had worshipped; Gordon standing lonely
with one leg raised and his arms crossed,--poor Gordon, he thought.
Mrs. Dalloway (50-1)
The
neighbourhood was a poverty-stricken one, and the kind Colonel, with his
tripping step and simple manner, was soon a familiar figure in it, chatting
with the seamen, taking provisions to starving families, or visiting some
bedridden old woman to light her fire. He was particularly fond of boys. Ragged
street arabs and rough sailor-lads crowded about him. They were made free of
his house and garden; they visited him in the evenings for lessons and advice;
he helped them, found them employment, corresponded with them when they went
out into the world. They were, he said, his Wangs.
Lytton
Strachey, Eminent Victorians (194)
On December 9, 1917, Woolf records in her
Diary that Lytton Strachey dropped off his chapter on General Gordon for her to read. (D1, 90)
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