“ Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day. ”
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (1925). copy citation
| Author | Virginia Woolf |
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| Source | Mrs Dalloway |
| Topic | life sun day |
| Date | 1925 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks02/0200991.txt |
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'Clarissa!' he cried. 'Clarissa!' But she never came back. It was over. He went away that night. He never saw her again.
It was awful, he cried, awful, awful! Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day. Still, he thought, yawning and beginning to take notice—Regent's Park had changed very little since he was a boy, except for the squirrels—still, presumably there were compensations—when little Elise Mitchell, who had been picking up pebbles to add to the pebble collection which she and her brother were making on the nursery mantelpiece, plumped her handful down on the nurse's knee and scudded off again full tilt into a lady's legs.” source
'Clarissa!' he cried. 'Clarissa!' But she never came back. It was over. He went away that night. He never saw her again.
It was awful, he cried, awful, awful! Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day. Still, he thought, yawning and beginning to take notice—Regent's Park had changed very little since he was a boy, except for the squirrels—still, presumably there were compensations—when little Elise Mitchell, who had been picking up pebbles to add to the pebble collection which she and her brother were making on the nursery mantelpiece, plumped her handful down on the nurse's knee and scudded off again full tilt into a lady's legs.” source
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