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“And still the strange meaningless conversations continue, and I wonder more and more at the fabric which nets the world together, so that anything which I do finally incubate out of my system into words will quite certainly be about solitude. Solitude and the desirability of it, if one is to achieve anything like continuity in life, is the one idea I find in the resounding vacancy which is my head.”

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Book:The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf
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The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

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Vita Sackville-West
Vita Sackville-West

Vita Sackville-West was an English author, poet, and gardener, recognized for her novels, poetry, and gardening expertise. Born on March 9, 1892, and passing away on June 2, 1962, Sackville-West's writing delved into themes of love, nature, and the human condition. She was a member of the Bloomsbury Group, a group of artists, writers, and intellectuals in the early 20th century. more

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