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i know we’ve never spoken or anything but i was at versailles yesterday and saw gilbert, which i thought you might appreciate. that forehead is something else

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Book Review: Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

👀 First impressions:Published in 1925, Mrs Dalloway is one of the defining novels of modernist literature, capturing a single day in post-World War I London. The story follows Clarissa Dalloway as she prepares to host an evening party, but beneath this seemingly simple premise lies a deeply introspective exploration of memory, identity, love, and mental health. Clarissa Dalloway moves through…

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Courts and buildings, grey, red, plum colour, lay orderly and symmetrical; the courts were some of them oblong and some square; in this was a fountain; in that a statue; the buildings were some of them low, some pointed; here was a chapel, there a belfry; spaces of the greenest grass lay in between and clumps of cedar trees and beds of bright flowers; all were clasped--yet so well set out was it that it seemed that every part had room to spread itself fittingly--by the roll of a massive wall; while smoke from innumerable chimneys curled perpetually into the air. This vast, yet ordered building, which could house a thousand men and perhaps two thousand horses, was built, Orlando thought, by workmen whose names are unknown. Here have lived, for more centuries than I can count, the obscure generations of my own obscure family. Not one of these Richards, Johns, Annes, Elizabeths has left a token of himself behind him, yet all, working together with their spades and their needles, their love-making and their child-bearing, have left this.

Never had the house looked more noble and humane.

Why, then, had he wished to raise himself above them? For it seemed vain and arrogant in the extreme to try to better that anonymous work of creation; the labours of those vanished hands. Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, a potting shed, a wall where peaches ripen, than to burn like a meteor and leave no dust. For after all, he said, kindling as he looked at the great house on the greensward below, the unknown lords and ladies who lived there never forgot to set aside something for those who come after; for the roof that will leak; for the tree that will fall.

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Vanessa Bell (1879-1961)

Vanessa Bell (née Stephen; 30 May 1879 - 7 April 1961) was an English painter and interior designer, a member of the Bloomsbury Group and the sister of Virginia Woolf. from #wikiart #PalianSHOW

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"Pinka: La Musa Canina de Virginia Woolf"

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[towi75]

Seguire il suo pensiero era come seguire una voce che parla troppo in fretta perché sia possibile trascrivere a matita quel che dice, e la voce era la sua stessa voce che diceva senza alcun suggerimento cose innegabili, permanenti, contraddittorie.

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Here she tossed her foot impatiently, and showed an inch or two of calf. A sailor on the mast, who happened to look down at the moment, started so violently that he missed his footing and only saved himself by the skin of his teeth. 'If the sight of my ankles means death to an honest fellow who, no doubt, has a wife and family to support, I must, in all humanity, keep them covered,' Orlando thought. Yet her legs were among her chieftest beauties. And she fell to thinking what an odd pass we have come to when all a woman's beauty has to be kept covered lest a sailor fall from a mast-head. 'A pox on them!' she said, realizing for the first time what, in other circumstances, she would have been taught as a child, that is to say, the sacred responsibilities of womanhood...

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