31 MAR 06
"The street market in Soho is fierce with light. Raw meat, china mugs, and silk stockings blaze in it... Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?"
(Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room)
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