"Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it, or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?" So muses Clarissa in the opening of Virginia Woolf's 1925 novel
An Inarticulate Desire
An Inarticulate Desire
An Inarticulate Desire
"Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it, or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?" So muses Clarissa in the opening of Virginia Woolf's 1925 novel