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American Writer November 6, 1952

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Clarissa will be bereaved, deeply lonely, but she will not die. She will be too much in love with life, with London. Virginia imagines someone else, yes, someone strong of body but frail-minded; someone with a touch of genius, of poetry, ground under by the wheels of the world, by war and government, by doctors; a someone who is, technically speaking insane, because that person sees meaning everywhere, knows that trees are sentient beings and sparrows sing in Greek. Yes, someone like that.... Michael Cunningham
Her cake is a failure, but she is loved anyway. She is loved, she thinks, in more or less the way the gifts will be appreciated: because they have been given with good intentions , because they exist, because they are part of a world in which one wants what one gets. Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham quote: "Zoe loved Trancas's mother. She respected her exhausted and..."
Zoe loved Trancas's mother. She respected her exhausted and ironic hope for rebirth. Michael Cunningham
Any other vexations to report?" he asks."I love the word 'vexations.'"It's the 'x.' Nice to jump off a 'v' and bite into an 'x' like that."Just the usual ones," she says."How was the weekend?"Vexing. Not really, I just wanted to say it. You? Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham quote: "Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce..."
Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself. Michael Cunningham
She thinks how much more space a being occupies in life than it does in death; how much illusion of size is contained in gestures and movements, in breathing. Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. Michael Cunningham
She thinks of how much more space a being occupies in life that it does in death; how much illusion of size is contained in gestures and movements, in breathing. Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham quote: "She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as..."
She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself. Michael Cunningham
Catherine thought Simon was in the locket, and in heaven, and with them still. Lucas hoped she didn't expect him to be happy about having so many Simons to contend with. Michael Cunningham
I see myself..in those pages as she goes back and forth, enjoying simply enjoying the beauties of the moments then chastising herself for having ‘no edge’ being simple and worse, harmless. Michael Cunningham
Yes," she answers and does not move. She might, at this moment, be nothing but a floating intelligence; not even a brain inside a skull, just a presence that perceives, as a ghoast might. Yes, she thinks, this is probably how it must feel to be a ghost. It's a little like reading, isn't it-that same sensation of knowing people, settings, situations, without playing any particular part beyond that of the willing observer. Michael Cunningham
He is still, at times, astonished by her. She may be the most intelligent woman in England, he thinks. Her books may be read for centuries. Michael Cunningham
The vestibule door opens onto a June morning so fine and scrubbed Classira pauses at the threshold as she would at the edge of a pool, watching the turquoise water lapping at the tiles, the liquid nets of sun wavering in the blue depths. As if standing at the edge of a pool she delays for a moment the plunge, the quick membrane of chill, the plain shock of immersion. Michael Cunningham
She lays the book face down on her chest. Already her bedroom (no, their bedroom) feels more densely inhabited, more actual, because a character named Mrs. Dalloway is on her way to buy flowers. Michael Cunningham
Morning, Peter,” she calls from the back, in her exaggerated German accent. Mawning, Pedder. She’s been in the States more than fifteen years now, but her accent has gotten heavier. Uta is a member of what seems to be a growing body of defiantly unassimilated expatriates. She on one hand disdains her country of origin (Darling, the word “lugubrious” comes to mind) but on the other seems to grow more German (more not-American) with every passing year. ... Because Uta is German, utterly German,... Michael Cunningham

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