I keep meaning to do this again. This is my second post for the Friday 56.
Loth to end their privacy and encounter the sharp eyes that were on the watch for them, the couple lingered there, shouldered by apprentices; tailors; fishwives; horse dealers; cony catchers; starving scholars; maid-servants in their wimples; orange girls; ostlers; sober citizens; bawdy tapsters; and a crowd of little ragamuffins such as always haunt the outskirts of a crowd, screaming and scrambling among people’s feet —all the riffraff of the London street was there, jesting and jostling, here casting dice, telling fortunes, shoving, ticking, pinching; here uproarious, there glum; some of them with mouths gaping a yard wide; others as little reverent as daws on a house-top; all as variously rigged out as their purse or stations allow; here in fur and broadcloth; there in tatters with their feet kept from the ice only by a dish-cloth bound about them.
from Orlando by Virginia Woolf, page 56 (“the couple” are Orlando and the Russian princess).
I’m about halfway through the book.
O at Quaint and Curious Volumes picked Virginia Woolf’s Women by Vanessa Curtis for the Friday 56 this week.