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“Those great wars which the body wages with the mind a slave to it, in the solitude of the bedroom against the assault of fever or the oncome of melancholia, are neglected. Nor is the reason far to seek. To look these things squarely in the face would need the courage of a lion tamer; a robust philosophy; a reason rooted in the bowels of the earth.”

—VIRGINIA WOOLF, On Being Ill

“Do you believe, she went on, that the past dies?

Yes, said Margaret. Yes, if the present cuts its throat.”

—LEONORA CARRINGTON, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales