Friday, 11 November 2011


(Sometimes when I'm tired down to my bones, I reach out for Katherine Mansfield's 
The Garden Party or F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby or Virginia Woolf's 
Mrs Dalloway and, despite their literary merits and stunning depth, choose to 
focus on the sparklingly expectant feeling of getting ready for a party. 
Because there are few mornings as hopeful as the ones before parties.)

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