And so we come to words, those precious gems of queer shapes and gay colours, sharp angles and soft contours, shades of meaning laid one over the other down history, so that for those far back one must delve among the lost and lovely litter that strews the centuries... They arrange themselves in the most elegant odd patterns.
~ Rose Macaulay (1881-1958), Personal Pleasures (1935)
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