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"It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to things, inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt the became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself. [...] there curled up off the floor of the mind, rose from the lake of one's being, a mist, a bride to meet her lover."
— Aug 20, 2026 10:57AM
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This is so densely written, that as of yet it's hard for me to know what's going on, exactly. I do know that Virginia Woolf was one hell of a writer, though. It's impressive how she is able to string such long sentences together and not lose me in the process.
— Aug 06, 2026 07:18PM