“One might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and white apron to array herself in blue and pearls, the day changed, put off stuff, took gauze, changed to evening, and with the same sigh of exhilaration that a woman breathes, tumbling petticoats on the floor, it too shed dust, heat, colour; the traffic thinned; motor cars, tinkling, darting, succeeded the lumber of vans; and here and there among the thick foliage of the squares an intense light hung. I resign, the evening seemed to say, as it paled and faded above the battlements and prominences, moulded, pointed, of hotel, flat, and block of shops, I fade, she was beginning. I disappear, but London would have none of it, and rushed her bayonets into the sky, pinioned her, constrained her to partnership in her revelry.”
Virginia Woolf, author of “Mrs. Dalloway” was born on 25th January 1882
A new day: Tower Bridge in the morning light
Categories: Literarisch reisen, London, Zitate
Lovely post, Peggy :-)
All the best,
Hanna
Thank you, Hanna.
Dear Peggy, I remember that I liked the psychological background of this story and was especially touched by Septimus the war veteran. I wish you a nice weekend.:) Martina
Dear Martina, yes, the book is very sensitive about people’s feelings. I also like the detailed pictures about everyday life in London. All the best, Peggy
Very well captured photo with its own charm… :-)
Thank you.