to think

And that was what now she often felt the need to of–to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself… . When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.

-Virginia Woolf, from To The Lighthouse

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