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Quote by Virginia Woolf

“The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Book:A Writer's Diary

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A Writer's Diary

This book offers a glimpse into the thoughts and experiences of a celebrated writer, providing readers with a unique perspective on the creative process and the challenges of crafting literature. more

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British modernist writer, known for her unique narrative techniques and profound portrayal of female experience. Her works include 'To the Lighthouse' and 'Mrs. Dalloway'. more

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