09 March 2006

To the Lighthouse

Monday I finished this early Virginia Woolf novel. Initial reading was difficult because her sentences were so long, often half a page! Often sentences seemed to end with an entirely different thought, which required rereading. Needless to say, it was slow going, especially at first.
I wasn't that crazy about her ideas, but liked the way she expressed herself.
Here is a quote from the second section, "Time Passes". I think it appealed to me as we end the long nights of winter in New York and more toward longer days.
"But what after all is night? A short space, expecially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave. Night, however, succeeds to night. The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, evenly, with indefatigable fingers. They lengthen; they darken."

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