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<p>Yesterday I did not enjoy. What a guzzler old Ethel has become. [...] And then the concert. How long how little music in it that I enjoyed! Beecham's face beaming, ecstatic, like a yellow copper idol: such grimaces, attentuations, dancings, swingings: his collar crumpled.</p>
excerpt from 'The diary of Virginia Woolf' pp. 284 (43 words)