Virginia Woolf
She had seen her in a black-and-white photograph. Virginia sat thinking beside a window, in an armchair upholstered with patterned fabric, dressed in a garment of velvet-like cloth, a brooch at her collar whose exact shape she could not make out from the photograph, and a wide, long skirt cut from the same material.Again, reading the book in her hands, she noticed that her mind had drifted from the text, and she set it down on the coffee table in front of her.




















