"As their hands touched, the link was forged between them once more. They were friends, yet enemies; each cheated the other, each needed the other, each feared the other, each felt this and knew this every time they touched hands thus in the little back room with the white light outside, and the tree with its six leaves, and the sound of the street in the distance…"
— Virginia Woolf,The Duchess And The Jeweller. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
