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"For the most part things lost their usual meaning."
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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"For the most part things lost their usual meaning."
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
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What is the meaning of life? That was all-a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. Virginia Woolf
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It was astonishing that a man of his intellect could stoop so low as he did--but that was too harsh a phrase-- could depend so much as he did upon people's praise.
To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf
(...) but there, like the body of a young man laid up in peat for a century, with the red fresh on his lips, was his friendship, in its acuteness and reality, laid up across the bay among the sandhills.
To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf
It was as if the water floated off and set sailing thoughts which had grown stagnant on dry land, and gave to their bodies even some sort of physical relief.
To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf