Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
George Eliot (Mary Ann Cross) 1819-1880.

A little hobby of mine; which gives me a strange feeling of satisfaction; mainly upon discovery. Displaced from their original context I would imagine they seem obscure. Much of the revelevance of the quote and the significance of the use of the word folly is lost. Yet still I persist; and this blog provides me with a means of storage and arrangement.
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