“I am frightened once more at the solitariness in which we each of us live. I have, it is true, a great many friends — people with whom it is pleasant to spend an afternoon if such afternoons are not repeated often, and if you are careful not to stir more than the surface of things, but among them all there is only one who has, roughly, the same tastes that I have …”
Once again — I hear you, Elizabeth.
Though I also think you’d have been very much at home in an internet book community.
Even though … a Wordsworthian goose girl? Hmm.
Summary post HERE.
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