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Excerpt from The Mark on the Wall But as for that mark, I'm not sure about it; I don't believe it was made by a nail after all; it's too big, too round, for that. I might get up, but if I got up and looked at it, ten to one I shouldn't be able to say for certain; because once a thing's done, no one ever knows how it happened. 0 dear me, the mystery of life! The inaccuracy of thought! The ignorance of humanity! To show how very little control of our possessions we have - what an accidental affair this living is after all our civilisation - let me just count over a few of the things lost in one lifetime, beginning, for that seems always the most mysterious of losses - what cat would gnaw, what rat would nibble three pale blue canisters of book-binding tools? Then there were the bird cages, the iron hoops, the steel skates, the Queen Anne coal scuttle, the bagatelle board, the hand organ - all gone, and jewels too. Opals and emeralds, they lie about the roots of turnips. What a scraping paring affair it is to be sure! The wonder is that I've any clothes on my back, that I sit surrounded by solid furniture at this moment. Why, if one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour - landing at the other end without a single hair pin in one's hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirelyrm: mark d'n the wall 3 naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the ost office! With one's hair żying back like the tail 0? A race-horse. W19 express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard. But after life. The slow pulling down of thick green stalks so that the cup of the żower, as it turns over, delu es one with purple and red light. Why, after all, shou d one not be born there as one is born here, help less, speechless, unable to focus one's eyesight, roping at the roots of the grass, at the toes of the Giants. As for saying which are trees, and which are men and women, or whether there are such things, that one won't be in a condition to do for fifty years or so. There will be nothing but spaces of light and dark, intersected by thick stalks, and rather higher up perhaps, rose-shaped blots of an indistinct colour - dim pinks and blues which will, as time goes on, become more definite, bc come - I don't know what. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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• Pełny tytuł: The Mark on the Wall (Classic Reprint)
• Autor: Virginia Woolf
• Język: Angielski
• Oprawa: Miękka
• Liczba stron: 22
• EAN: 9781334149368
• ISBN: 1334149364
• ID: 15369817
• Wydawca: Forgotten Books
• Waga: 46 g
• Wymiary: 229 × 152 × 1 mm
• Data wydania: 02. November 2016

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