“Venice. The stations were many, but I didn’t bargain for the Orient Express not stopping at them. And here we are at Venice for ten minutes only,—a wretched time in which to try and write. No time to buy an Italian stamp even, so this will have to go from Trieste.” – Letters of Note posted a letter from Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf that will pretty much make you want to go hide under your blankets for the rest of the day.
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