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this is the trippiest book i’ve ever read..going to jot notes down here
“So now she always saw, when she thought of Mr Ramsay’s work, a scrubbed kitchen table. It lodged now in the fork of a pear tree, for they had reached the orchard. And..she focused her mind.. upon a phantom kitchen table.. whose virtue seems to have been laid bare by years of muscular integrity, which stuck there, its four legs in air.”
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— 4 hours, 7 min ago
“So now she always saw, when she thought of Mr Ramsay’s work, a scrubbed kitchen table. It lodged now in the fork of a pear tree, for they had reached the orchard. And..she focused her mind.. upon a phantom kitchen table.. whose virtue seems to have been laid bare by years of muscular integrity, which stuck there, its four legs in air.”
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“She knew then—she knew without having learnt. Her simplicity fathomed what clever people falsified. Her singleness of mind made her drop plumb like a stone, alight exact as a bird, gave her, naturally, this swoop and fall of the spirit upon truth which delighted, eased, sustained—falsely perhaps.”
i could write for a century and still never think of writing the last sentence..
— 3 hours, 54 min ago
i could write for a century and still never think of writing the last sentence..
arshia
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on Mrs Ramsay’s perception— “For easily though she might have said at some moment of intimacy when stories of great passion, of love foiled, of ambition thwarted came her way how she too had known or felt or been through it herself, she never spoke. She was silent always.” (continued)
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arshia
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on knowing if you like someone or not—
“How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt or disliking? And to those words, what meaning attached, after all? Standing now, apparently transfixed, by the pear…”
— 4 hours, 5 min ago
“How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt or disliking? And to those words, what meaning attached, after all? Standing now, apparently transfixed, by the pear…”
