More from Virginia Woolf

  1. But to go deeper, beneath what people said (and these judgements, how superficial, how fragmentary they are!) in her own mind now, what did…
  2. A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the bet…
  3. What she loved was this, here, now, in front of her; the fat lady in the cab. Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond S…
  4. There is a code of behaviour, she knew, whose seventh article (it may be) says that on occasions of this sort it behoves the woman, whateve…
  5. It was enemies one wanted, not friends.
  6. For our penitence deserves a glimpse only; our toil respite only.
  7. But delightful though it is to indulge in righteous indignation, it is misplaced if we agree with the lady's-maid that high birth is a form…
  8. 'Like a work of art,' she repeated, looking from her canvas to the drawing-room steps and back again. She must rest for a moment. And, rest…

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