Wells Cathedral

I'm working on a lengthier post concerning Virginia Woolf and the concept of genius, but until I get a little of my "real" work done, I'll have to be content with posting this favorite quotation of mine, from Between the Acts:

Empty, empty, empty; silent, silent, silent. The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence.