Virginia Woolf had a moonlit transparent beauty. She was extremely carved, with large thoughtful eyes that held no fore-shadowing of that tragic end which was a grief to everyone who had ever known her. To be in her company was delightful. She enjoyed each butterfly aspect of the world and of the moment, and would chase the lovely creatures, but without damaging the coloured dust of their wings.
Edith Sitwell. Taken Care of. Hutchinson, 1965.