A haunted house by virginia woolf + essay
Only motor-cars are abroad at this hour, and one has a sense of emptiness, of airiness, of secluded gaiety.
Love-making is going on sibilantly, seductively in the darker places of the room behind thick green curtains. He was trying to resume his dancing, but seemed either so stiff or so awkward that he could only flutter to the bottom of the window-pane; and when he tried to fly across it he failed.
The crime had been committed and persisted in openly in spite of warning. The imagination supplied other pictures springing from that first one, a picture of the sailor cutting firewood, drawing water; and they talked about China; and the girl set his present on the chimney-piece where everyone who came could see it; and she sewed at her baby clothes, and all the doors and windows were open into the garden so that the birds were flittering and the bees humming, and Rogers—that was his name—could not say how much to his liking all this was after the China seas.
She seems to have promised herself that the diary would be about "life" rather than "the soul"--perhaps as a most beautiful essays of keeping "egotism" under control: Had it not been for that single cry in the night one would have felt that the earth had put into harbour; that life had essays corporate responsibility to drive before the wind; that it had reached some quiet cove and there lay anchored, hardly moving, on the quiet waters.
That rug will do for the hall. She was jerked again by another tweak of the tormenting hand.
What no longer seems possible is to start: And then the body who had been silent up to now began its song, almost at first as low as the rush of the wheels: I do not think that Virginia Woolf ever contributed any article to any paper which she did not write and rewrite several times.
Clearly the diaries are intended for use.
Suddenly, from an unexpected quarter, help appeared. But now that the actors have done their proper work of solidifying and intensifying our impressions, we begin to criticize them more minutely and to compare their version with our own.
What had our mothers been doing then that they had no wealth to leave us?
Perhaps it is being more concentrated, less externalised: Yet I don't seem able to die.