Woolf’s prose is an interesting beast; I can’t say I love nor hate it, just has many ups and downs. The sheer subjectivity of the novel is fascinating a lot of the time, and there are so many beautiful flourishes to it, but some sentences read like parody; between two lines of dialogue like “It is fine” and “Very well” there’ll be similes bordering on infinite recursion lmao. it’s all v introspective
— Dec 27, 2024 09:44PM
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