A quickening of senses
Orlando does in fact travel through a time tunnel for hundreds of years, so this is less of a metaphor...
Our many selves
This short discourse on our fragmented and multiplicitous selves struck me, and their resemblance to plates piled on a waiter's...
Of damp and prolixity
Orlando reveals his bias towards the 18th (or against the 19th) century by noting the turn of the century as...
Like underwear on a washing line
Two things caught my attention: firstly, the way a small, single, commonplace action, such as sitting down and preparing to...
Water-logged air
I have only once or twice experienced levels of humidity that could be described as 'water-logged air': years ago during...
Wide-cheeked monster
Orlando accompanies his beloved Sasha back to the Muscovite ship, and soon loses her below deck. When searching for her,...
Wicker cradle, basket pram
A bassinette (generally spelled 'bassinet') was an oblong wicker basket with a hood at one end, used as a cradle...
Of berries and wine
Having a love of ink, the variety of its hues and the names people give them, and the chunky inventive...
Sponge-bag trousers
As I clearly move in the wrong circles, this was a revelation to me. 'Sponge-bag trousers' is the name given,...
Like quicksand beneath a monument
Orlando's love for Sasha is always on such shaky ground as his passion and jealousy and her apparent infidelity and...
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