Quack! Quack!

Everything is done, and so Sevalanz Grimble decides to paint red her statuette of Virgina Woolf. Not a natural decorator, she gets paint everywhere, so she wanders down to incarnadine the multitudinous sea, which has been bothering her with its polluted azure bloom. She looks at the reflected shimmer of the sun. Fiery gems, she wonders, or a false creation. Words! Words! Words! (Though as Woolf said they are not words until they are part of a sentence, or was it Eliza Doolittle who made that observation?)  Then she (Ms Grimble that is, not Ms Doolittle or Ms Dalloway) goes off to place the flowers in the vase that she bought today, before resting her head for just five minutes.