By Virginia Woolf
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Wheels strike divergently. Omnibuses conglomerate in conflict)—for ever desiring—(the clock asseverates with twelve exact strokes that it's noon; gentle sheds gold scales; little ones swarm)—for ever needing fact. purple is the dome; cash dangle at the bushes; smoke trails from the chimneys; bark, shout, cry “Iron for sale”—and fact? Radiating to some extent men’s toes and women’s ft, black or gold-encrusted—(This foggy weather—Sugar? No, thank you—The commonwealth of the future)—the firelight darting and making the room purple, shop for the black figures and their shiny eyes, whereas open air a van discharges, omit Thingummy beverages tea at her table, and plate-glass preserves fur coats—— Flaunted, leaf-light, drifting at corners, blown around the wheels, silver-splashed, domestic or now not domestic, accumulated, scattered, squandered in separate scales, swept up, down, torn, sunk, assembled—and fact? Now to remember via the fireplace at the white sq. of marble. From ivory depths phrases emerging shed their blackness, blossom and penetrate. Fallen the booklet; within the flame, within the smoke, within the non permanent sparks—or now voyaging, the marble sq. pendant, minarets underneath and the Indian seas, whereas area rushes blue and stars glint—truth? or now, content material with closeness? Lazy and detached the heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them. AN UNWRITTEN NOVEL Such an expression of disappointment used to be sufficient on its own to make one’s eyes slide above the paper’s facet to the bad woman’s face—insignificant with no that glance, nearly a logo of human future with it. Life’s what you notice in people’s eyes; life’s what they examine, and, having learnt it, by no means, although they search to conceal it, stop to remember of—what? That life’s like that, it sort of feels. 5 faces opposite—five mature faces—and the information in each one face. unusual, although, how humans are looking to cover it! Marks of reticence are on all these faces: lips close, eyes shaded, every one of the 5 doing whatever to conceal or stultify his wisdom. One smokes; one other reads; a 3rd assessments entries in a notebook; a fourth stares on the map of the road framed contrary; and the fifth—the poor factor in regards to the 5th is that she does not anything in any respect. She seems to be at existence. Ah, yet my negative, unlucky lady, do play the game—do, for all our sakes, disguise it! as though she heard me, she seemed up, shifted a little in her seat and sighed. She appeared to apologise and while to claim to me, “If simply you knew! ” Then she checked out existence back. “But I do know,” I spoke back silently, glancing on the instances for manners’ sake. “I understand the total enterprise. ‘Peace among Germany and the Allied Powers was once the previous day formally ushered in at Paris—Signor Nitti, the Italian top Minister—a passenger teach at Doncaster was once in collision with a items educate. …’ all of us know—the occasions knows—but we faux we don’t. ” My eyes had once again crept over the paper’s rim. She shuddered, twitched her arm queerly to the center of her again and shook her head. back I dipped into my nice reservoir of lifestyles.