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Virginia Woolf

The Years

  • gautam saihas quoted8 years ago
    The fine rain, the gentle rain, poured equally over the mitred and the bareheaded with an impartiality which suggested that the god of rain, if there were a god, was thinking Let it not be restricted to the very wise, the very great, but let all breathing kind, the munchers and chewers, the ignorant, the unhappy, those who toil in the furnace making innumerable copies of the same pot, those who bore red hot minds through contorted letters, and also Mrs Jones in the alley, share my bounty.
  • gautam saihas quoted8 years ago
    Slowly wheeling, like the rays of a searchlight, the days, the weeks, the years passed one after another across the sky.
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