Yes, yes, I'm coming. Right up the top of the house. One moment I'll linger. How the mud goes round in the mind-what a swirl these monsters leave, the waters rocking, the weeds waving and green here, black there, striking to the sand, till by degrees the atoms reassemble, the deposit sifts itself, and a gain through the eyes one sees clear and still, and there comes to the lips some prayer for the departed, some obsequy for the souls of those one nods to, the one never meets again.
Virginia WoolfAfter that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.
Virginia WoolfSo that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball
Virginia Woolf