Art #7

If I could have my way, I should go out to dinner every night, and then to a party or an opera, and then I should have a champagne supper, and then I should go to bed in some wonderful person's arms. Wouldn't you? When one reflects on one's pallid and actual existence one shudders. But I suppose there are always the triumphs of Art.

Lytton Strachey to Virginia Stephen (later Woolf)