Sublime

She has what writers like to describe as a hint of sadness around her mouth and is the sort of woman whose family, centuries past, would find after her death a journal of poems that no one knew she’d been writing her whole life, or a perfumed packet of fading letters from an ill-fated love who’d been dead for decades.

aesthete

She took the opportunity to rein in what must have seemed syntactic and figural excesses in the work. In a passage about the invalid’s attitude to poetry, the 1930 version state

ou can hear in the delaying rhythms of the opening sentence the influence of Marcel Proust and the digressive, paid-by-the-word style of Thomas De Quincey, whose essays Woolf had lately looked into for the first time

wilted lady,