"What I meant was that sexual relations bore me more than they used:...I have been a spectator of I daresay a dozen affairs of the heart ---- violent and crucial; and come to the conclusion that love is a disease; a frenzy; an epidemic; oh but how dull, how monotonous, and reducing its young men and women to what abysses of mediocrity! Its true that all my lovers were of the simplest type; and could only flush and fade crudely like sea anemones bathed now blue now red... Our loves were of a very different kind."
V. Woolf letter to Jacques Raverat Oct. 1924
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