Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
Virginia WoolfFear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall
Virginia WoolfIt is useless to read Greek in translation; translators can but offer us a vague equivalent.
Virginia Woolf