It’s got no shape.” The attendant bowed and put the lilac out of sight, as though this was only too true lilac was dreadfully shapeless. If she wanted to buy flowers, the car pulled up at that perfect shop in Regent Street, and Rosemary inside the shop just gazed in her dazzled, rather exotic way, and said: “I want those and those and those. But if Rosemary wanted to shop she would go to Paris as you and I would go to Bond Street. They were rich, really rich, not just comfortably well off, which is odious and stuffy and sounds like one’s grandparents. Pretty? Well, if you took her to pieces… But why be so cruel as to take anyone to pieces? She was young, brilliant, extremely modern, exquisitely well dressed, amazingly well read in the newest of the new books, and her parties were the most delicious mixture of the really important people and… artists-quaint creatures, discoveries of hers, some of them too terrifying for words, but others quite presentable and amusing. No, you couldn’t have called her beautiful. Katherine Mansfield (1888–1923) 188 A Cup of Tea
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