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“Are we not all prisoners? She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell, and she had felt that was true of life—one scratched on the wall.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Book:Mrs. Dalloway
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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

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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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