It was queer, reading some of your letters, in the light of having been with you so much lately. A fitful illumination played over them, a sort of cross-light, projected half from the rather tentative illumination of the past and half from the fuller illumination of the present. I couldn’t stop to wonder which illumination I preferred, because I saw at once that in their union they created a very lovely limpid light in which I was bathed and in which I felt extremely happy.
Vita Sackville-West, in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 5 October 1928 (via proselesbian)




















