A Reflection on a Sentence from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

*This was originally a small assignment for my Writers’ Seminar in Fiction, and I couldn’t help but share it because I am so in love with this sentence.¬† ** ‚ÄúLoveliness and stillness clasped hands in the bedroom, and among the shrouded jugs and sheeted chairs even the prying of the wind, and the soft noseContinue reading “A Reflection on a Sentence from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf”