The house has come to represent a country and an era, and the novelist, who has become nothing less than time itself, rides the winds of history. Tortoise-shell butterflies burst from the chrysalis and pattered their life out on the windowpane”) and gravely allegorical: the First World War sends out its tremors, characters die offstage, the sea boils with blood, the house almost falls but is finally saved. The writing is both domestically meticulous (“The swallows nested in the drawing-room. . . . In its famous middle section, “Time Passes,” Woolf describes how a decade elapses in an uninhabited country house, as the wallpaper peels away, the books rot, and the animals come to stay. Dalloway” appeared in 1925 two years later, in “ To the Lighthouse,” Woolf would slice through her characters and even more flagrantly stand outside them and look on. It’s an even better description of how Woolf writes-how she passes between and beyond her characters, their anima and ghost, immanent and posthumous at once. Dalloway thinks of herself, early in Virginia Woolf’s novel. She sliced like a knife through everything at the same time was outside, looking on.” This is how Mrs. “She felt very young at the same time unspeakably aged.
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