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Virginia Woolf

This is our world, lit with crescents and stars of light; and great petals half transparent block the openings like purple windows. Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small. The stalks of flowers are thick as oak trees. Leaves are high as the domes of vast cathedrals. We are giants, lying here, who… Continue reading Virginia Woolf

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Virginia Woolf

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob. —  Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.

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British Culture · Classic · English Literature · Excerpt · Experimental Novel · Fiction · Modernism · Paraphrase · Passage · Quote · Stream of Consciousness

Virginia Woolf

I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.

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