Incidental: Tilting another familiar title off the shelf

Virginia Woolf – her prose feels like a cup of tea sometimes:

“And, what was even more exciting, she felt, too, as she saw Mr Ramsey bearing down and retreating, and Mrs Ramsey sitting with James in the window and the cloud moving and the tree bending, how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lives one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach” (, p. 55 To the Lighthouse)

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