Thursday, July 14, 2005

nature knows nothing fiercer

"I am no longer January, May or any other season, but am all spun to a fine thread round the cradle, wrapping in a cocoon made of my own blood the delicate limbs of my baby. Sleep, I say, and feel within me uprush some wilder, darker violence, so that I would fell down with one blow any intruder, any snatcher, who should break into this room and wake the sleeper."

taken from The Waves, by Virginia Woolf- posted upon request by my lovely wife, and fierce mother to my son.

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