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I suppose the pleasure of the country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live. That is a truism when said, but anything but a truism when daily observed. Nothing shows up the

I suppose the pleasure of the country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live. That is a truism when said, but anything but a truism when daily observed. Nothing shows up the difference between the thing said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

Vita Sackville-West
Life, Country, Determination
Vita Sackville-West (2015). “Vita Sackville-West: Selected Writings”, Macmillan

Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.

Vita Sackville-West
Christian, Women, Knitting

For bees are captious folk / And quick to turn against the lubber's touch.

Vita Sackville-West
Bees, Folks, Turns

that pathetic short-cut suggested by Nature the supreme joker as a remedy for our loneliness, that ephemeral communion which we persuade ourselves to be of the spirit when it is in fact only of the body - durable not even in memory!

Vita Sackville-West
Sex, Memories, Loneliness
Victoria Sackville-West, Vita Sackville-West (1985). “No Signposts in the Sea”, Penguin Group USA

There's no beginning to the farmer's year, / Only recurrent patterns on a scroll / Unwinding...

Vita Sackville-West
Years, Patterns, Farming

Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.

Vita Sackville-West
Travel, Pleasure, Felt

a letter, by its arrival, defrauds us of a whole secret region of our existence, the only region indeed in which the true pleasure of life may be tasted, the region of imagination, creative and protean, the clouds and beautiful shapes of whose heaven are destroyed by the wind of reality.

Vita Sackville-West
Beautiful, Reality, Clouds

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