Of wall or substance there was none. All was phantom. All was still. All was lit as for the coming of a dead Queen.
Bia05цитирует3 месяца назад
So she was now darkened, stilled, and become, with the addition of this Orlando, what is called, rightly or wrongly, a single self, a real self.
Bia05цитирует3 месяца назад
Fame! she repeated. A poet — a charlatan; both every morning as regularly as the post comes in.
Bia05цитирует3 месяца назад
Thirty-six; in a motor-car; a woman. Yes, but a million other things as well.
Bia05цитирует3 месяца назад
For she had a great variety of selves to call upon, far more than we have been able to find room for, since a biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves, whereas a person may well have as many thousand.
Bia05цитирует3 месяца назад
The true length of a person’s life, whatever the “Dictionary of National Biography” may say, is always a matter of dispute.
Bia05цитирует3 месяца назад
Orlando leapt as if she had been violently struck on the head. Ten times she was struck. In fact it was ten o’clock in the morning. It was the eleventh of October. It was 1928. It was the present moment.
Bia05цитирует3 месяца назад
Hail, happiness! kingfisher flashing from bank to bank, and all fulfilment of natural desire, whether it is what the male novelist says it is; or prayer; or denial; hail! in whatever form it comes, and may there be more forms, and stranger.