Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates, fir trees and ivory, of dolphins and the juice of July flowers, of the milk of unicorns and panthersโ breath, of ropes of pearl, brains of peacocks and Cretan wine.
Virginia WoolfThe weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
Virginia Woolf