Virginia Woolf
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But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors. ✨ Virginia Woolf (2012). Monday or Tuesday: Eight Stories, p.28, Courier Corporation

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