Orlando’s fathers had ridden in fields of asphodel, and stony fields, and fields watered by strange rivers, and they had struck many heads of many colours off many shoulders, and brought them back to hang from the rafters.
Bia05цитирует5 месяцев назад
Of wall or substance there was none. All was phantom. All was still. All was lit as for the coming of a dead Queen.
Bia05цитирует5 месяцев 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.
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Fame! she repeated. A poet — a charlatan; both every morning as regularly as the post comes in.
Bia05цитирует5 месяцев назад
Thirty-six; in a motor-car; a woman. Yes, but a million other things as well.
Bia05цитирует5 месяцев 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.
Bia05цитирует5 месяцев назад
The true length of a person’s life, whatever the “Dictionary of National Biography” may say, is always a matter of dispute.