https://msarki.tumblr.com/post/166001786448/to-the-lighthouse-by-virginia-woolf
What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers.One of the most beautifully written books I have ever read. Not much to offer in the typical plot-driven genre, but a generous array of dream states in which only the best hallucinogens could induce.
…Her going was a reproach to them, gave a different twist to the world, so that they were led to protest, seeing their own prepossessions disappear, and clutch at them vanishing…Mrs. Ramsey, even while dead, continues to submit her hold on them. And her husband, Mr. Ramsey, in his demeanor, perpetually exacts his indifference.
…Half one’s notions of other people were, after all, grotesque. They served private purposes of one’s own…And Lily Briscoe, with an expressive brush to artistic fabric, creates nothing but her profound revision of this world.