Thursday, November 12, 2009


""Submit to me." 

So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as if the people there had fallen alseep, she thought; were free like smoke, were free to come and go like ghosts. They have no suffering there, she thought." 
-Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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