Was there no safety? No learning by heart of
the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter,
but all was a miracle and leaping from the
pinnacle of a tower into the air?
Virgina Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Was there no safety? No learning by heart of
the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter,
but all was a miracle and leaping from the
pinnacle of a tower into the air?
Virgina Woolf, To the Lighthouse