I find I get more and more disagreeably solitary; In fact I foresee the day when I shall have gone too far into myself that there will no longer be anything to be seen of me at all. Will you, please, remember to pull away the coverings from time to time?
—  Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (Cleis Press, 2001)