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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: chattering, until it was time for dinner, and there they were, he at
one end of the table, she at the other, as usual.
"Why don't some of you take up botany?.. With all those legs and arms
why doesn't one of you...?" So they would talk as usual, laughing, for
some quiver, as of a blade in the air, which came and went between them
as if the usual sight of the children sitting round their soup plates
had freshened itself in their eyes after that hour among the pears and
the cabbages. Especially, Lily thought, Mrs Ramsay would glance at
Prue. She sat in the middle between brothers and sisters, always
occupied, it seemed, seeing that nothing went wrong so that she
scarcely spoke herself. How Prue must have blamed herself for that
To the Lighthouse |
