A little piece of Virginia Woolf
A little piece of Virginia Woolf for a cold Saturday ....... because if walking the streets of New York feels like being in a film, then certainly roaming the streets of London on a cold autumn's afternoon must be living in a book...
"The hour should be evening and the season winter, for
in winter the champagne brightness of the air and the
sociability of the streets are grateful. We are not then
taunted as in summer by the longing for shade and solitude
and sweet airs from the hayfields. The evening hour, too,
gives us the irresponsibility which darkness and lamplight
bestow. We are no longer quite ourselves. As we step out
of the house on a fine evening between four and six we shed
the self our friends know us by and become part of that vast
republican army of anonymous trampers, whose society is
so agreeable after the solitude of one's own room. For there
we sit surrounded by objects which perpetually express the
oddity of our own temperaments and enforce the memories
of our own experience. "
