Virginia Woolf
English modernist writer (1882–1941)
1882–1941, born in London
- Born
- 25 January 1882
- Birthplace
- London
- Died
- 28 March 1941
From their work
For some reason, we know not what, his childhood was sharply severed. It lodged in him whole and entire. He could not disperse it.
Read the opening of Jacob's Room · about 1 min
"So of course," wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand, "there was nothing for it but to leave."
Slowly welling from the point of her gold nib, pale blue ink dissolved the full stop; for there her pen stuck; her eyes fixed, and tears slowly filled them. The entire bay quivered; the lighthouse wobbled; and she had the illusion that the mast of Mr. Connor's little yacht was bending like a wax candle in the sun. She winked quickly. Accidents were awful things. She winked again. The mast was straight; the waves were regular; the lighthouse was upright; but the blot had spread.
Read the whole book free on Project Gutenberg Beautifully formatted edition on Standard Ebooks
Quotes from Wikiquote (CC BY-SA 4.0). Texts of this author are in the public domain in the UK.