Such a cold, white Sissinghurst -- but I'm so snug in my tower with your lovely fur tippet round my shoulders, keeping me warm like love -- so I thought I would werite you just one last January word before retiring to the somewhat Amazonian embraces of Mademoiselle [ Daughter of France ] for the evening -- and tomorrow it will be February, and although we may be in for a horrible wintry time we shall know that spring is always round the corner.

Vita Sackville-West to Harold Nicolson, 31 January 1956.

I finished the letters last night, a good wintry bedside reading. What a bittersweet joy it must have been for Nigel Nicolson to collect and edit these letters, gaining a deeper understanding of his parent's relationship and love. Strongly recommended.

Posted by esinclai at February 01, 2006 06:52 AM |