Edith Sitwell's Interest In Art Was Largely

The Dead Live." "how Do They Live?" "by Love.

Stained Glass, Engraved Glass, Frosted Glass; Give Me Plain Glass.

I Have A Strange Illusion Quite Often. I Think I've Become Deaf. I Have To Make A Little Noise To Prove I'm Not. I Clear My Throat To Show Myself That Everything Is Normal. It's Like The Little Japanese Girl They Found In The Ruins Of Hiroshima. Everything Dead; And She Was Singing To Her Doll.

Whole Sight; Or All The Rest Is Desolation.

It Was Too Exactly As Imagined To Be True. But I Felt As Gladly And Expectantly Disorientated, As Happily And Alertly Alone, As Alice In Wonderland.