excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 265 (97 words)

excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 265 (97 words)

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The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner

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Listening to Parry's De Profundis as I roasted pork, and as if to something unknown, the first solo entry came at once out of the performance and out of my memory.  I knew it as well as though I were the singer.  I breathed & phrased it.  And recalling, I found it was at High Street [the house at Harrow school where her father was housemaster] I knew it: 1913, perhaps. One preserves time so completely intact - for I hadn't given it a thought since - that one feels like an airtight jar when it comes out again.

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