by Virginia Woolf
SUCH AN EXPRESSION of unhappiness was enough by itself to make one’s eyes slide above the paper’s edge to the poor woman’s face, insignificant without that look, almost a symbol of human destiny with it. Life’s what … Read the rest
Category: Virginia Woolf
A Society
by Virginia Woolf
THIS IS HOW it all came about. Six or seven of us were sitting one day after tea. Some were gazing across the street into the windows of a milliner’s shop where the light still shone brightly … Read the rest