These magnets (Shakespeare, Woolf, Dickens, Tolstoy, and the outsider Monet) have been on my fridge for years. They are now hung very low and belong to Anderson who loves to play with them. Funny story. He recently took Virginia Woolf from the fridge, climbed the stairs to the bathroom, and put her in still-filled baby tub. He must have just known that drowning was her choice. Back to the photo. This is a little glimpse from his perspective, complete with one of our three black cats in the background.