Westminster Abbey, Apse from Choir, by Frederick H. Evans 1911
The only thing in this world is music - music and books and one or two pictures. I am going to found a colony where there shall be no marrying - unless you happen to fall in love with a symphony of Beethoven - no human elements at all, except what comes through Art - nothing but ideal peace and endless meditation. This world of human beings grows too complicated, my only wonder is that we don’t fill more madhouses: the insane view of life has much to be said for it - perhaps the sane one after all: and we, the sad sober respectable citizens really rave every moment of our lives and deserve to be shut up perpetually. My spring melancholy is developing in these hot days into summer madness.
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| — | from a letter from Virginia Stephen to Emma Vaughan, 23rd April 1901 (via whizzbees) |
