excerpt from 'The diary of Virginia Woolf. Vol.2, 1920-1924' pp. 72 (78 words)
excerpt from 'The diary of Virginia Woolf. Vol.2, 1920-1924' pp. 72 (78 words)
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Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss. I look down; I feel giddy; I wonder how I am ever to walk to the end. But why do I feel this? Now that I say it I don't feel it. The fire burns; we are going to hear the Beggar's Opera. Only it lies about me; I can't keep my eyes shut. It's a feeling of impotence: of cutting no ice. |
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