this teetering croquembouche of impudence
literacki
"She almost felt sometimes that she must stop people in the streets, if they looked good, kind people, just to say to them;
“I am unhappy”
. She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily, drowned, under water."
- Virginia Woolf, from
Mrs Dalloway
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