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“It was protective, on her side; sprang from a sense of being in league together, a presentiment of something that was bound to part them (they spoke of marriage always as a catastrophe), which led to this chivalry, this protective feeling which was much more on her side than Sally's.”

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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