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“For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Book:Orlando

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Orlando

Orlando is a novel by Virginia Woolf that tells the story of a young nobleman who, after a mysterious transformation, lives as a woman for several centuries. The narrative spans from the Elizabethan era to the early 20th century, blending biography, fantasy, and satire. The book examines the fluidity of gender, the nature of artistic creation, and the passage of time, all while maintaining a playful and lyrical tone. It is considered a key work in modernist literature and a pioneering exploration of gender identity. more

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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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