I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Tag: Virginia Woolf
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.
Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.