Virginia Woolf - The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.

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Woolf, Virginia. To the Lighthouse. Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1927, p. 198.

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About the Author

Virginia Woolf

Born: January 25, 1882
Died: March 28, 1941
Nationality: British
Profession: Author

Biography

Adeline Virginia Woolf was an English writer, considered one of the most important modernist 20th-century authors and also a pioneer in the use of stream of consciousness as a narrative device.

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