A Haunted House and Other Short Stories by Virginia Woolf

By Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf’s goal to post her brief tales is performed during this quantity, posthumously accrued by way of her husband, Leonard Woolf. Containing six of 8 tales from Monday or Tuesday, seven that seemed in magazines, and 5 different tales, the publication makes on hand Virginia Woolf’s shorter works of fiction. Foreword by way of Leonard Woolf.

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But this city to which we travel has neither stone nor marble; hangs enduring; stands unshakable; nor does a face, nor does a flag greet or welcome. Leave then to perish your hope; droop in the desert my joy; naked advance. Bare are the pillars; auspicious to none; casting no shade; resplendent; severe. Back then I fall, eager no more, desiring only to go, find the street, mark the buildings, greet the applewoman, say to the maid who opens the door: A starry night. “Good night, good night. ” “Alas.

Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! With one’s hair flying back like the tail of a race–horse. Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard. . But after life. The slow pulling down of thick green stalks so that the cup of the flower, as it turns over, deluges one with purple and red light. Why, after all, should one not be born there as one is born here, helpless, speechless, unable to focus one’s eyesight, groping at the roots of the grass, at the toes of the Giants?

Look how he bends as they reach the gateway. She finds her ticket. What’s the joke? Off they go, down the road, side by side. . Well, my world’s done for! What do I stand on? What do I know? That’s not Minnie. There never was Moggridge. Who am I? Life’s bare as bone. And yet the last look of them—he stepping from the kerb and she following him round the edge of the big building brims me with wonder—floods me anew. Mysterious figures! Mother and son. Who are you? Why do you walk down the street?

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