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November 17, 2009 at 9:00 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Meanwhile the wineglasses had flushed yellow and crimson; had been emptied; had been filled. And thus by degrees was lit, halfway down the spine, which is the seat of the soul, not that hard little electric light which we call brilliance, as it pops in and out upon our lips, but the more profound, subtle and subterranean glow, which is the rich yellow flame of rational intercourse. No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anyone but oneself.

– Virginia Woolf

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No need to sparkle! Old school Linz blog!

Comment by Patrick— November 17, 2009 #

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- Good eye, Cooper! Yes, I was re-reading a Room of One’s Own and came across this again.
  
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