Some great writers we think of not so much for their own work (for, perhaps, we don't know it so well), but for the affection we feel for the friends who love them. So it is for me and Grace Paley. She is beloved by two dear friends of mine and for their sake--as well as in the anticipated pleasure of turning to her one day--I mourn her.
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Books, food, friends, and Virginia Woolf. "I spare you the twists and turns of my cogitations, for no conclusion was found on the road to Headingly, and I ask you to suppose that I soon found out my mistake about the turning and retraced my steps to Fernham."--Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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Anne, you can count me among your friends who loved Grace Paley.
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