Marichchukaddi 1904-1911

There is – or was – to me something extraordinarily romantic in this kind of setting off entirely alone in a small boat into the unknown. The wind would fall and we lay becalmed in immense silence and then the breeze would again steal up across the water and we begin once more to go gently through the sea. One’s life, one’s universe had been reduced to the bare sea and the bare sky, day and night, sun and stars.

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Leonard Woolf: Growing 1904-1911

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