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Truly love the way Woolf writes of everyday things as miracles and luxuries

Othello Act 2 referenced in the most beautiful of ways. It made my heart do a little flutter.

Zara was right. This is really hard to digest. Not only does Clarissa seem to narrate the lives of everyone she knows and passes throughout her walk through Victoria to the flower shop and back home, but Woolf writes prose as if she’s writing poetry, which is a chore to take in. I’ve found myself rereading nearly every page twice. Regardless, I’m determined to finish this before tomorrow afternoon.