Tuesday, February 19, 2019

the last book I ever read (Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, excerpt four)

from Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway:

Well, I’ve had my fun; I’ve had it, he thought, looking up at the swinging baskets of pale geraniums. And it was smashed to atoms—his fun, for it was half made up, as he knew very well; invented, this escapade with the girl; made up, as one makes up the better part of life, he thought—making oneself up; making her up; creating an exquisite amusement, and something more. But odd it was, and quite true; all this one could never share—it smashed to atoms.

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