[quiet, now]

(ninguém vai saber)

[the sun on the window-sill]

"When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook - a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases. Under B shall come 'butterfly powder'. If, in my novel, I describe the sun on the window-sill, I shall look under B and find Butterfly powder. That will be useful."

Bernard, in Virginia Woolf's The Waves