She found herself suddenly surrounded by a host of assumptions. It was assumed that she trembled for joy in his presence, languished in his absence, … - Vita Sackville-West

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She found herself suddenly surrounded by a host of assumptions. It was assumed that she trembled for joy in his presence, languished in his absence, existed solely (but humbly) for the furtherance of his ambitions, and thought him the most remarkable man alive, as she herself was the most favoured of women, a belief in which everybody was fondly prepared to indulge her. Such was the unanimity of these assumptions that she was almost persuaded into believing them true.

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About Vita Sackville-West

Victoria Mary Sackville-West, The Hon Lady Nicolson, CH (9 March 1892 – 2 June 1962), most famous as Vita Sackville-West, was an English poet, novelist and writer on gardening. She is sometimes considered part of the Bloomsbury group, and well known as the inspiration for Virginia Woolf's novel Orlando: A Biography.

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Birth Name: Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Alternative Names: Lady Victoria Sackville-West Victoria Mary Sackville-West, Lady Nicolson Victoria Sackville-West V. Sackville-West Victoria (Vita) Sackville-West
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Me dijo que se pasó toda la representación recibiendo de ella más sensaciones y más información sobre las profundidades del alma humana de las que jamás había recibido de fuera de sí misma a través de ningún medio conocido como la literatura, la pintura o la música.

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The country habit has me by the heart, For he's bewitched for ever who has seen, Not with his eyes but with his vision, Spring Flow down the woods and stipple leaves with sun, As each man knows the life that fits him best, The shape it makes in his soul, the tune, the tone, And after ranging on a tentative flight Stoops like the merlin to the constant lure.

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