February 16, 2012
"He takes the lights of his beacons as much for granted as the sailor does the lights of real lighthouses. But the lighthouses of art do not burn with so fixed and unvarying a lustre. The light they give is always changing insensibly with each generation, now brighter, now dimmer, and often enough growing brighter once more. But we sometimes forget that the lights have to tended or they grow faint and may expire altogether. For them to burn brightly they must be fed by the devotion of some few spirits in each generation."

Roger Fry / Transformations.

November 30, 2011

Duncan Grant remembers Bloomsbury and the Dreadnought Hoax

This will put a smile on your face.

August 26, 2011
Roger Fry, Clive Bell, Duncan Grant, Lytton Strachey, Saxon Sydney-Turner and Vanessa Bell at Asheham House, September 1913.

Where they seem to me to triumph is in having worked out a view of  life which was not by any means corrupt or sinister or merely  intellectual; rather ascetic and austere indeed; which still holds, and  keeps them dining together, and staying together, after 20 years; and no  amount of quarelling or success, or failure has altered this. Now I do  think this rather creditable. But tell me, who is Bloomsbury in your  mind?

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Gwen Raverat. 1st May 1925.

How do we exist, save on the lips of our friends?

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Molly MacCarthy. 11th June 1939.

Roger Fry, Clive Bell, Duncan Grant, Lytton Strachey, Saxon Sydney-Turner and Vanessa Bell at Asheham House, September 1913.

Where they seem to me to triumph is in having worked out a view of life which was not by any means corrupt or sinister or merely intellectual; rather ascetic and austere indeed; which still holds, and keeps them dining together, and staying together, after 20 years; and no amount of quarelling or success, or failure has altered this. Now I do think this rather creditable. But tell me, who is Bloomsbury in your mind?

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Gwen Raverat. 1st May 1925.

How do we exist, save on the lips of our friends?

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Molly MacCarthy. 11th June 1939.

July 17, 2010

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July 17, 2010
sometimesagreatnotion:

“She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.”
- Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

sometimesagreatnotion:

“She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.”

- Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway