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“Suddenly the door opened and the long sinister figure of Mr. Lytton Strachey stood on the threshold,” Woolf later recalled in a talk at the private Memoir Club. His entrance heralded her conversational liberation. Strachey pointed to a stain on the white dress worn by Virginia’s sister. “Semen?” he inquired.
“Can one really say it?” Woolf remembered thinking, “and we burst out laughing. With that one word all barriers of reticence and reserve went down. A flood of sacred fluid seemed to overwhelm us. Sex permeated our conversation. The word bugger was never far from our lips. We discussed copulation with the same excitement and openness that we had discussed the nature of good.”
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About my red dot on a yellow dress
About Virginia Woolf
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Hamilton, Nigel. Biography. A Brief History. Harvard University Press : Cambridge/Massachusetts, London/England, 2007, p. 160-161
