Goodbye England (Covered in Snow) / Laura Marling @ Wireless 2010
Photograph © Martyn Leung
Katy Young of Peggy Sue, photograph taken at The Lexington, September 2011
“Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing steps on and off the pavement, to bowl a hoop, to throw something up in the air and catch it again, or to stand still and laugh at - nothing - at nothing, simply.
What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss! - as though you’d suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe? …”
— Clifton Fadiman (1957)
Leader of the Pack / The Shangri-las
(Source: theshangrilas)
To the interviewer who asked how she felt about being the last surviving member of the Bloomsbury group, Frances Partridge replied that she was merely the oldest member of the group, not the last one.
Frances & Ralph Partridge had a son, Burgo, who eventually married Henrietta Garnett, the daughter of Angelica & David Garnett, and granddaughter of Vanessa Bell.
You’re worried about being controversial? That is a good problem to have, it means someone cares enough to write a reply. And if you are wrong? Well, you learned a lot quicker than you would have if you kept it to yourself. Seems like a good deal.
Just ship it.
Everything else is just a bore"
Extraordinary Machine / Fiona Apple
If there was a better way to go, then it would find me
And then Thoby, leaving me enormously impressed and rather dazed, would switch off to tell me about another astonishing fellow - a man who trembled perpetually all over. […] When I asked why he trembled, Thoby somehow made me feel it was part of his nature - he was so violent, so savage; he so despised the whole human race. “And after all,” Thoby said, “it is a pretty feeble affair, isn’t it?” Nobody was much good after twenty-five, he said. But most people, I gathered, rather rubbed along, and came to term with things. Woolf did not and Thoby thought it sublime.
Virginia Woolf on Leonard Woolf, ‘Old Bloomsbury’ in Moments of Being
