Virginia Woolf

D. D. Angeles

Voyage Out

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that was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what one wanted, and followed blindly, suffering so much in secret, always unprepared and amazed and knowing nothing; but one thing led to another and by degrees something had formed itself out of nothing, and so one reached at last this calm, this quiet, this certainty, and it was this process that people called living.

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How little, after all, one can tell anybody about one's life! Here I sit, there you sit- both, I doubt not, chock-full of the most interesting experiences, ideas, emotions - yet how communicate? I've told you what every second person you meet might tell you." ,,I don't think so," she said. "It's the way of saying things, isn't it, not the things?"

Rooms, she knew, became more like worlds than rooms at the age of twenty-four.

If I were a woman I'd blow some one's brains out. Don't you laugh at us a great deal? Don't you think it all a great humbug? You, I mean-how does it all strike you?"

I've cared for heaps of people, but not to marry them' she said. 'I suppose I'm too fastidious. all my life I've wanted somebody I could look up to, somebody great and big and splendid. Most men are so small.'

'What do you mean by splendid?' Hewet asked. 'People are-nothing more.

to speak or to be silent was equally an effort, for when they were silent they were keenly conscious of each other's presence, and yet words were either too trivial or too large.

a slight but perceptible wave seemed to roll beneath the floor; then it sank; then another came, more perceptible. lights slid right across the uncurtained window. the ship gave a loud melancholy moan.

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