I shall be alone Thursday night. Could you stay two nights? I don’t want to seem as if I had you in secret, though it’s infinitely more to my taste, exploring about in the recesses secretly. Write me a tactful letter, making out a good case for whatever it is: and let it be as long as you can. (Your stay and your letter.) No one else is coming.
Virginia Woolf, carta para Vita Sackville-West, 3 de Agosto de 1927 (via Letters of Note)