She’d go on as if nothing had happened. That was the devilish part of her — this coldness, this woodenness, something very profound in her; an impenetrability.
- Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via catladie)
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- Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via catladie)
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