excerpt from 'The diary of Virginia Woolf' pp. 243 (132 words)
excerpt from 'The diary of Virginia Woolf' pp. 243 (132 words)
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I was glad we went to the service on Thursday. It was a very hot summers day. And all very simple & dignified. Music. Not a word spoken. We sat there, before the open doors that lead into the garden. Flowers & strollers which Roger would have liked. He lay under an old brocade with two bunches of very bright many coloured flowers. It is a strong instinct to be with ones friends. I thought of him too, at intervals. Dignified & honest & large - "large sweet soul" - something ripe & musical about him - & then the fun & the fact that he lived with such variety & generosity & curiosity...They played Bach. Then then coffin moved slowly through the doors. They shut. They played again - Anon, I think: old music. Yes I liked the wordlessness. |
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