One wanted fifty pairs of eyes to see with, she reflected. Fifty pairs of eyes were not enough to get round that one woman with, she thought.

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit b…”

“Every single thing [...] he found thus cumbered with other matter like the lump…”

“This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in wave…”

“I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual”