by Virginia Woolf
Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the gloves herself.
Big Ben was striking as she stepped out into the street. It was eleven o’clock and the unused hour was fresh as if issued to children on a … Read the rest
Category: Virginia Woolf
The Mark On The Wall
by Virginia Woolf
PERHAPS IT WAS the middle of January in the present year that I first looked up and saw the mark on the wall. In order to fix a date it is necessary to remember what one saw. … Read the rest
The String Quartet
by Virginia Woolf
WELL, HERE WE are, and if you cast your eye over the room you will see that Tubes and trams and omnibuses, private carriages not a few, even, I venture to believe, landaus with bays in them, … Read the rest
Blue & Green
by Virginia Woolf
GREEN THE POINTED FINGERS of glass hang downwards. The light slides down the glass, and drops a pool of green. All day long the ten fingers of the lustre drop green upon the marble. The feathers of … Read the rest
In the Orchard
by Virginia Woolf
Miranda slept in the orchard, lying in a long chair beneath the apple tree. Her book had fallen into the grass, and her finger still seemed to point at the sentence: ‘Ce pays est vraiment un des … Read the rest
Kew Gardens
by Virginia Woolf
FROM THE OVAL-SHAPED flower-bed there rose perhaps a hundred stalks spreading into heart-shaped or tongue-shaped leaves half way up and unfurling at the tip red or blue or yellow petals marked with spots of colour raised upon … Read the rest
Monday Or Tuesday
by Virginia Woolf
[Photo by Chris Harshaw, Tricolor heron fishing, 2008]
LAZY AND INDIFFERENT, shaking space easily from his wings, knowing his way, the heron passes over the church beneath the sky. White and distant, absorbed in itself, endlessly the … Read the rest
Mr. Bennett and Mrs. Brown
by Virginia Woolf
It seems to me possible, perhaps desirable, that I may be the only person in this room who has committed the folly of writing, trying to write, or failing to write, a novel. And when I asked … Read the rest
The Voyage Out
A Haunted House
by Virginia Woolf
Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure–a ghostly couple.
“Here we left it,” she said. And he added, “Oh, but … Read the rest