He was a woman !

[elizadarcy]

I'm having a wonderfully good time with myself these days. Unfortunately people have to be met, annoying people and nice people and people half worshipping you and people itching to hate you and of course, the people who do dislike you. Of course when you don't want anything from anybody, just to be left alone, it is annoying that they want you, want your nice handwriting and your nice voice and your nice skills and your nice conversation and your nice self. They all mean well enough I suppose, but these days I get such an uplifting sense of freedom , like running barefoot down a grassy slope to be lifted to a hilltop by a friendly gust of wind, from being alone that I want to tell all these nice peple to go away so that I can have perfect if transitory contentment. Of course that doesn't mean I don't want to talk to people, I do, but only to people who I don't wish different from what they are and who don't want me changed either. Like the lovely kind lady from whom I haven't borrowed Brecht yet.

I absolutely love Orlando. I won't call it brilliant or stunning [ even though it is] because pieces which can never be loved are brilliant, and I love Orlando.