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“But they beckoned; leaves were alive; trees were alive. And the leaves being connected by millions of fibres with his own body, there on the seat, fanned it up and down; when the branch stretched he , too, made that statement.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Work

Mrs. Dalloway

Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway is a stream-of-consciousness narrative that delves into the mind of its protagonist, Clarissa Dalloway, as she prepares for a party. The novel is renowned for its innovative narrative style and its portrayal of the complexities of human consciousness and relationships. more

Author

Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf

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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