Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing.

“Orlando curtseyed; she complied; she flattered the good man's humours as she wo…”

“When you asked me to speak about women and fiction I sat down on the banks of a…”

“For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and mus…”

“Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.”