"I want to eat nothing but omelettes and cafe au lait, I want never to go out, I want to dream about copulations in the night, and write about them in the day, or vice versa, or both at the same time. I want to remember everything, and hope for nothing, and I want to die a hundred years hence, with aq volume of Randolph (sic) under my pillow, and the ghost of an erection still lingering between the sheets."
L Strachey - to Leonard Woolf 1906
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