Wednesday, January 26, 2011

On Reality.

"What is meant by 'reality'? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying. It overwhelms one walking home beneath the stars and makes the silent world more real than the world of speech - and then there it is again in an omnibus in the uproar of Piccadilly. Sometimes, too, it seems to dwell in the shapes too far away for us to discern what their nature is. But whatever it touches, it fixes and makes permanent. This is what remains over when the skin of the day has been cast into the hedge; that is what is left of past time and of our loves and hates."

-Virginia Woolf
(A Room of One's Own)


JD said...

"Whatever it touches, it fixes and makes permanent."

Mohit said...

Every day my respect for the woman grows. Thank you :)

Sherry Wasandi said...

@JD: Yep. It's a perfect strike.

@Mohit: Oh yes! I was fascinated by the stream-of-consciousness style of writing, when first introduced to it by Woolf.

But then I started reading James Joyce. In my opinion, he does it even better.