By Virginia Woolf
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The white mild splutters and pours. Plate-glass home windows. Carnations; chrysanthemums. Ivy in darkish gardens. Milk carts on the door. anywhere i'm going, mysterious figures, I see you, turning the nook, moms and sons; you, you, you. I hasten, I keep on with. This, I fancy, has to be the ocean. gray is the panorama; dim as ashes; the water murmurs and strikes. If I fall on my knees, if i'm going throughout the ritual, the traditional antics, it’s you, unknown figures, you i like; if I open my palms, it’s you I embody, you I draw to me—adorable global! THE STRING QUARTET good, the following we're, and when you solid your eye over the room you will find Tubes and trams and omnibuses, inner most carriages no longer a couple of, even, I enterprise to think, landaus with bays in them, were busy at it, weaving threads from one finish of London to the opposite. but I start to have my doubts— If certainly it’s real, as they’re asserting, that Regent highway is up, and the Treaty signed, and the elements no longer chilly in the time of yr, or even at that hire now not a flat available, and the worst of influenza itsafter results; if I bethink me of getting forgotten to put in writing concerning the leak within the larder, and left my glove within the educate; if the binds of blood require me, leaning ahead, to simply accept cordially the hand that is might be provided hesitatingly— “Seven years due to the fact that we met! ” “The final time in Venice. ” “And the place are you residing now? ” “Well, the overdue afternoon fits me the simplest, notwithstanding, if it weren’t asking too much——” “But I knew you instantaneously! ” “Still, the battle made a break——” If the mind’s shot via by means of such little arrows, and—for human society compels it—no is one introduced than one other presses ahead; if this engenders warmth and also they’ve became at the electrical gentle; if asserting something does, in such a lot of situations, depart in the back of it a necessity to enhance and revise, stirring along with regrets, pleasures, vanities, and desires—if it’s the entire evidence I suggest, and the hats, the fur boas, the gentlemen’s swallow-tail coats, and pearl tie-pins that come to the surface—what probability is there? Of what? It turns into each minute tougher to assert why, in any case, I take a seat right here believing I can’t now say what, or perhaps take note the final time it occurred. “Did you spot the procession? ” “The King seemed chilly. ” “No, no, no. yet what used to be it? ” “She’s obtained a home at Malmesbury. ” “How fortunate to discover one! ” to the contrary, it kind of feels to me lovely definite that she, whoever she should be, is damned, when you consider that it’s all an issue of residences and hats and sea gulls, or so it sort of feels to be for 100 humans sitting right here good dressed, walled in, furred, replete. now not that i will boast, in view that I too take a seat passive on a gilt chair, simply turning the earth above a buried reminiscence, as all of us do, for there are symptoms, if I’m no longer wrong, that we’re all recalling whatever, furtively looking whatever. Why fidget? Why so apprehensive in regards to the sit down of cloaks; and gloves—whether to button or unbutton? Then watch that aged face opposed to the darkish canvas, a second in the past urbane and flushed; now taciturn and unhappy, as though in shadow.