Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

I will rise to powder. But not to rouge […]

If so, you’ll have to come – we’ll dine; we’ll haunt the terrace. For my part, I should prefer solitude. For yours, you’d prefer oysters.

I’ve just acquired two goats. They remind me of Persia.

And ever since, nothing important has happened - Somehow it's dull and damp. I have been dull; I have missed you. I do miss you. I shall miss you. And if you don't believe it, you're a long-eared owl and ass. Lovely phrases?