She is contemptuous of attitudes which marginalize lesbianism by explaining or eroticizing it. She is happily anti-intellectual, intuitive and sensual. Perhaps this goes some distance in explaining her ever more ephemeral style, but it doesn't excuse it. For comparison, even a sincere appreciation of Gertrude Stein's writing does not equal wanting or needing to read very much of such peculiar genius. Similarly, if Orlando were all that Woolf had written, one would not rank her so highly.
Spring is so noisy.
He had a little saddle made for her so that we children could ride on her back. Winterson is at her best in this collection when she stitches such fireworks of technique and learning together on a rhetorical thread. In an accidental collision with a gypsy woman selling bracelets he falls on his knees to the grass, staining his trousers, which draws a reproach from his wife. I know we have only just bought these trousers. These trousers were expensive.