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The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then, And no more love Gone is the heart of Man.

Edith Sitwell

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Edith Sitwell
Age: 77 †
Born: 1887
Born: September 7
Died: 1964
Died: December 9
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Scarborough
North Yorkshire
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.
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... all ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin.
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Virginia Woolf, I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her 'a beautiful little knitter.
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I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.
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it is as unseeing to ask what is the use of poetry as it would be to ask what is the use of religion.
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