“ About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she murmured, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone. ”
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (1927). copy citation
Author | Virginia Woolf |
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Source | To the Lighthouse |
Topic | death loneliness |
Date | 1927 |
Language | English |
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