…the power of music, the stimulus of sight,

                     the effect on us of the shape of the trees or the play of colour,
                                     the emotions bred in us by crowds, 
                     the obscure terrors and hatreds which come so irrationally 
                                     in certain places or from certain people,
                               the delight of movement, the intoxication of wine. 
     Every moment is the centre and meeting-place of an extraordinary number 
                                  of perceptions which have not yet been expressed. 

             Life is always and inevitably much richer than we who try to express it.

 

Virginia Woolf, “Poetry, Fiction and the Future”

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