"I’m glad to find that you dislike Venice because I thought it detestable when we were there, both times—once it might be due to insanity but not twice, so I thought it must be my fault. I suppose the obscurer reaches might be beautiful"
Virginia Woolf, Letter, April 25, 1913, to Vanessa Bell. The Question of Things Happening: Letters, vol. 2, ed. Nigel Nicolson (1976).