ABSTRACT
Vanessa can indeed almost be seen to take over the entire volume of Virginia's love. Expected, she always was, and also needed. Her protective instincts toward her sister, and her love, flourish exactly as they are necessary. On a level more profound, she longs for communication about that most valued of their undertakings that was their work, for Virginia's judgment on her own, and for their interchange about her sister's writing, from early on. Exemplary along these lines is a letter written from Roger's home at Durbins in Guilford, one of the places where she finds herself happy to the point of longing to settle down for the rest of the summer, and where her delight at working is as great as Roger's usual energy, next to which she often feels her own pale: so happy is she painting that she entirely forgets her nerves, her body, and anything else at all.
