natural desire! Hail! happiness! divine happiness! and pleasure of all sorts, flowers and wine, though one fades and the other intoxicates; half-crown tickets out of London on Sundays, and singing in a dark chapel hymns about death, and anything that interrupts and confounds the tapping of typewriters and filing of letters and forging links and chains, binding the Empire together.
Hail happiness! or prayer; or denial; hail! in whatever form it comes, and may there be more forms, and stranger.
Virginia Woolf - Orlando, 1928
