I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all. - Vita Sackville-West

I sing the cycle of my country's year,
I sing the tillage, and the reaping sing,

All her lovers have passed, her beautiful lovers have passed, The young and eager men that fought for her arrogant hand, And the only voice which endures to mourn for her at the last Is the voice of the lonely land.

Clive follows me all over the place. Have I been to bed with Virginia yet? If not, am I likely to do so in the near future? If not, will I please give it my attention? As it is high time Virginia fell in love.