" Everybody praises me, and I look in the looking-glass with a better conscience. Also, it is an improving improvement, and will be, until, you know, the last hem of the garment of summer is lost sight of, and then — and then — I must either follow to another climate, or be ill again — that I know, and am prepared for. It is but dreary work, this undoing of my Penelope web in the winter, after the doing of it through the summer, and the more progress one makes in one’s web, the more dreary the prospect of the undoing of all these fine silken stitches. But we shall see.... "

― Elizabeth Barrett Browning , Complete Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning