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608 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2019
"I was Bio, I was Vita, and where human life went, there went I. It was a very great adventure, and I am proud to have been a man; to have been a woman. To have been Orlando".
"We are the tales that soothed your infant brow, the roles you wore for childhood's alley-play. Did not your youth, when lust each notion seized, see paper paramour took off to bed? When grown to grey responsibility, it's disenchantment and diurnal toils, come each day's disappointed end were we not all thy consolation, thy escape?
And more, the very personality that scrys this epilogue was once unformed, assembled hastily from borrowed scraps, from traits admired in others, from ideals.
Did fictional examples not prevail? Homes' intellect? the might of Hercules? Our virtues, our intoxicating vice: while fashioning thyself, were these not clay? If we mere insubstantial fancies be, how more so thee, who from us substance stole?