To the Lighthouse
Virginia Woolf
"...waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over the shoulder, already the past." s. 121
"...before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that some unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then." s. 208