“She looked up over her knitting and met the third stroke and it seemed to her like her own eyes meeting her own eyes, searching as she could alone search into her mind and her heart, purifying out of existence that lie, any lie. She praised herself in praising the light, without vanity, for she was stern, she was searching, she was beautiful like that light.”
~ Virginia Woolf. “To the Lighthouse”
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So do you enjoy To the Lighthouse? I prefer Mrs Dalloway. I prefer cabbages to men, or something like that.
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