It is extremely difficult to say with any sense at all of adequacy what To the Lighthouse is all about.
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...you have neither wife nor child (without any sexual feeling, she longed to cherish that loneliness)...
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That people should love like this, that Mr. Bankes should feel this for Mrs. Ramsay (she glanced at him musing) was helpful, was exalting.
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...(for the setting of her beauty was always that - hasty, but apt)...
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She had some hidden reason of her own for attaching great importance to this choosing what her mother was to wear. What was the reason, Mrs. Ramsay wondered, standing still to let her clasp the necklace she had chosen, divining, through her own past, some deep, some buried, some quite speechless feeling that one had for one's mother at Rose's age. Like all feelings felt for oneself, Mrs. Ramsay thought, it made one sad. It was so inadequate, what one could give in return; and what Rose felt was quite out of proportion to anything she actually was. And Rose would grow up; and Rose would suffer, she supposed, with these deep feelings, and she said she was ready now...
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...so now, Mrs. Ramsay thought, she could return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place, the Manning's drawing-room at Marlow twenty years ago; where one moved about without haste or anxiety, for there was no future to worry about. She knew what had happened to them, what to her. It was like reading a good book again, for she knew the end of that story, since it had happened twenty years ago, and life, which shot down even from this dining-room table in cascades, heaven knows where, was sealed up there, and lay, like a lake, placidly between its banks.
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With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.
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Indeed he seemed to her sometimes made differently from other people, born blind, deaf, and dumb, to the ordinary things, but to the extraordinary things, with an eye like an eagle's.
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Ma la bellezza non era tutto. La bellezza aveva questo guaio: veniva troppo immediatamente, veniva troppo completamente. Fermava la vita - la gelava. Ci si dimenticava le piccole agitazioni; l’arrossire, il pallore, qualche strana distorsione, qualche luce o ombra, che rendeva per un momento riconoscibile la faccia e tuttavia le dava una qualità che in seguito si vedeva per sempre.
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Era comunque una forma di rapporto esigente. Altri oggetti di adorazione si contentavano quell’adorazione; uomini, donne, Dio, tutti permettevano che si adorassero prostrati in ginocchio; ma quella forma, fosse anche soltanto l’alone di un paralume bianco contro un tavolo di vimini, incitava a un combattimento perpetuo, sfidava a una lotta in cui si era costretti ad avere la peggio. Sempre (era nella sua natura, o nel suo sesso, non sapeva quale delle due) prima di scambiare la fluidità della vita con la concentrazione della pittura ella aveva qualche momento di nudità in cui pareva un’anima mai nata, un’anima spogliata del corpo, esitante su qualche pinnacolo ventoso ed esposta senza protezione a tutti i soffi di dubbio.
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