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| Sissinghurst Roses |
I am too muzzy headed to make out anything. This is partly
the result of dining to meet the lovely, gifted, aristocratic Sackville West
last night at Clive’s. Not much to my
severer taste – florid, moustached, parakeet coloured, with all the supple ease
of the aristocratic, but not the wit of the artist. . . . But could I ever know
her?
(L 2 216)
December 14, 1922, Woolf meets Vita Sackville-West
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