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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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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