A Squeal Of Pain


If you back your Don Juan credentials or you're just a cheeseball, you should get your nan to get medieval on the Amazon app and 1-click you this little book for Christmas.






This one's cool. It's some girl-on-girl ting



Vita Sackville-West addressing the object of her affection Virginia Wolf.






Milan, January 1927


I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn't even feel it. 

And yet I believe you'll be sensible of a little gap. But you'd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. 

It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan't make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this - But oh my dear, I can't be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. 

You have no idea how stand-offish i can be with people I don't love. I have brought it down to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And i don't really resent it.


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3 comments:

  1. Please get laid before your next post.

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  2. The sums are done hombre, you hit rate is the square root of sweet FA, multiply that by a factor of 5 for the lack of style and personal hygiene and you're on the fast track to internet stalking!

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  3. just spent the last 48 hours tindering the heezy out of your MUM. hate to break it to you conan. she's a man.

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