30 August, 1927 Sheep are bleating on the road outside. That sound whisks me straight back to the Bakhtiari road. How hot it must be there now, and how deserted. I wish I were there in camp with you. Vita

8 March, 1927 Darling Honey, what are you writing and saying, feeling, thinking, eating, drinking, even spitting, if it comes to that... Your Virginia

31 December, 1928 So you see Love, love: and it's the last day of the year by the way. Virginia

14 February, 1933 Vado, vai va andiamo, andate vanno. Is that right? Virginia

7 November, 1928 I had such a longing to see you one Monday night, and nearly cried when nellie said you were out. But the fireworks were lovely, through the fog. Did you see them? Your very very loving Vita

17 February, 1926 Have you been tipsy often? Do you know it was 4 weeks yesterday that you went? Your Virginia

12 May, 1927 Now I must go to bed, but there will I think be more dreams than sleep. All your fault. Bless you, my lovely Virginia. Vita

1 December, 1926 I think of something else... 'Virginia is coming Saturday'. But she won't, she won't! Something will happen. Of course something will happen. Something always does, when one wants a thing too passionately. Vita

6 March, 1928 Why lecture the Danes on poetry when you might give Virginia (who is worth all Copenhagen) a practical demonstration in the art of love? Your Virginia

7 January, 1933 Let them slip in one word to say Vita loves Virginia better than the whole world wrapped in a nutshell. Virginia

18 February, 1927 Sweet Honey Nelly has just brought into the Studio, where I'm correcting proofs of the Lighthouse, your cable... it's not a very intimate message, but it gives me a little thrill of pleasure. Your Virginia

26 November, 1933 Yes dearest Creature-- that will be very nice, tea on Dec 15th: but let it be as early as possible: it's a devil of a long way off. Virginia

25 April, 1933 What I say is come and dine then next Friday? Can you? Only I should like to see you alone also-- Could you come early? Would another time suit better? Ring me up, dearest Porpoise West, and say when. Virginia

16 March, 1926 I have been meaning every day to write something-- such millions of things strike me to write to you about-- and never did, and now have only scraps and splinters of time, damn it all-- Your Virginia

6 March, 1941 If you can really bear to come by bus, I can easily meet you at Hawkhurst. I'd take you to Ellen Terry in the afternoon, and restore you to Hawkhurst later. All you have to do is let me know. Love Vita

22 March, 1941 Louie's survive: and she feeds them on scraps- I suppose they're lower class, humble birds. If we come over, may I bring her a pair if any survive? Do they all die in an instant? When shall we come? Lord knows-- Virginia

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