All looked distant and peaceful and strange. The shore seemed refined, far away, unreal. Already the little distance they had sailed had put them far from it and given it the changed look, the composed look, of something receding in which one has no longer any part.
Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage
A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.
As a woman, I have no country
War is not women's history.