Status Updates From To the Lighthouse

"...it was a relief when they went to bed. For now she need not think about anybody. she could be herself, by herself. and that was what now she often felt the need of--to think; well, not even to think. to be silent; to be alone."

an interesting read. more than the plot itself, i appreciate the unique stream of consciousness style woolf embodies here. (still not as good as orlando, to me)

ahh. long thought. it never ends.

eh

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