How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot? Autor: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “Here, she felt, putting the spoon down, was the still space that lies about the…” “To give a truthful account of London society at that or indeed at any other tim…” “I am she that men call Modesty. Virgin I am and ever shall be. Not for me the f…” “The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her …”