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Quote by Virginia Woolf

“The compensation of growing old ... was simply this; that the passion remains as strong as ever, but one has gained -- at last! -- the power which adds the supreme flavour to existence -- the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it round, slowly, in the light.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Book:Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition

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Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition

This Broadview Edition of Mrs. Dalloway features Virginia Woolf's seminal work, which is renowned for its innovative narrative structure and profound psychological insight. Set on a single day in London, the novel delves into the thoughts and experiences of Clarissa Dalloway, a woman reflecting on her life and the lives of those around her, while simultaneously illustrating the broader social and psychological dynamics of the time. 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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Book:Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)

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Source: Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)

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Source: Selected essays

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