So the days pass, and I ask myself whether one is not hypnotized, as a child by a silver globe, by life, and whether this is living.
Virginia WoolfWhat I like, or one of the things I like, about motoring is the sense it gives one of lighting accidentally, like a voyager who touches another planet with the tip of his toe, upon scenes which would have gone on, have always gone on, will go on, unrecorded, save for this chance glimpse. Then it seems to me I am allowed to see the heart of the world uncovered for a moment.
Virginia WoolfLiterature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Virginia Woolf