Virginia Woolf - "Valurile"

Nu esti vrednic, inexistentul meu, sa mai afli lucruri dezgustatoare despre mine. A povesti ce imi place si ce ma terifiaza. E irelevant.

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'I love,' said Susan, 'and I hate. I desire one thing only. My eyes are hard. Jinny's eyes break into a thousand lights. Rhoda's are like those pale flowers to which moths come in the evening. Yours grow full and brim and never break. But I am already set on my pursuit. I see insects in the grass. Though my mother still knits white socks for me and hems pinafores and I am a child, I love and I hate.'
'But when we sit together, close,' said Bernard, 'we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.'
'I see the beetle,' said Susan. 'It is black, I see; it is green, I see. I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.'