"...AS IF TO CATCH THE FALLING DROP, CLARISSA...PLUNGED INTO THE VERY HEART OF THE MOMENT, TRANSFIXED IT, THERE - THE MOMENT OF THIS JUNE MORNING ON WHICH WAS THE PRESSURE OF ALL THE OTHER MORNINGS, SEEING THE GLASS, THE DRESSING-TABLE, AND ALL THE BOTTLES AFRESH, COLLECTING THE WHOLE OF HER AT ONE POINT...SEEING THE DELICATE PINK FACE OF THE WOMAN WHO WAS THAT VERY NIGHT TO GIVE A PARTY; OF CLARISSA DALLOWAY; OF HERSELF."

- VIRGINIA WOOLF, 'MRS DALLOWAY' (1925)

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HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I FELT LIKE THIS?

MRS. WOOLF KNOWS HER STUFF.