*To The Lighthouse
To The Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf
It's hard to write these things once out of the habit, though you really all should read this one. I don't want to say too much because it actually has strangely brutal surprises that shouldn't be ruined.
"For it was extraordinary to think that they had been capable of going on living all these years when she had not thought of them more than once all that time."
"Such was the complexity of things. For what happened to her, especially staying with the Ramsays, was to be made to feel violently two opposite things at the same time; that's what you feel, was one; that's what I feel, was the other, and then they fought together in her mind, as now. It is so beautiful, so exciting, this love, that I tremble on the verge of it, and offer, quite out of my own habit, to look for a brooch on the beach..."
"It was necessary now to carry everything a step further. With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's and left the room it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past."
It's hard to write these things once out of the habit, though you really all should read this one. I don't want to say too much because it actually has strangely brutal surprises that shouldn't be ruined.
"For it was extraordinary to think that they had been capable of going on living all these years when she had not thought of them more than once all that time."
"Such was the complexity of things. For what happened to her, especially staying with the Ramsays, was to be made to feel violently two opposite things at the same time; that's what you feel, was one; that's what I feel, was the other, and then they fought together in her mind, as now. It is so beautiful, so exciting, this love, that I tremble on the verge of it, and offer, quite out of my own habit, to look for a brooch on the beach..."
"It was necessary now to carry everything a step further. With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's and left the room it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past."
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