I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life. The point at which my selves broke away and one married a fat man and the other stayed here.

As with all gut feelings, only time will tell whether this it is pathetic self-delusion.

My mother? My own mother told my lady governess that if the baby and I were in danger then they should save the baby.

Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgement no ounce of his male muscularity.

Written By Virginia Woolf

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