excerpts

"I am forever sleeping and waking. I am made and remade continually. I bloom and ripen, I wilt and decompose. I melt into the pale-yellow horizon. I watch the runnels that stream in the gravel. We yield to the slow flood, it jars, it shivers- our bodies, his hard, mine flowing are pressed together within its body, it holds us together in smooth, in sinuous folds. Rolls us between it, on and on. Are we not acceptable moon? I in my satin, he in his black and white. Scent and flowers, radiance and heat are distilled here to a fiery, yellow liquid- like a flame, febrile, hot over dry earth. Golden grain falls like rays round the star in the middle of a smashed window-pane."

Virginia Woolf is beyond genius