Hand Work
Twenty-two pages into Virginia Woolf’s Orlando, the titular character is so overcome by meeting the Queen of England that, instead of looking at her face, he can only glance at her hand as it dips into a bowl of rose water…
Twenty-two pages into Virginia Woolf’s Orlando, the titular character is so overcome by meeting the Queen of England that, instead of looking at her face, he can only glance at her hand as it dips into a bowl of rose water…
