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Quote by Virginia Woolf

“And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Book:Mrs. Dalloway

Work

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

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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