October 29, 2012, 8:45-11:45 a.m.

8:45 a.m.

“Yes, of course, if it’s fine tomorrow,” said Mrs Ramsey. “But you’ll have to be up with the lark.”

“But,” said his father, “it won’t be fine.”

9:45 a.m.

That is to say, the wind blew from the worst possible direction for a landing at the lighthouse.

10:45 a.m.

“Let’s go,” he said, repeating her words, clicking them out, however, with a self-consciousness that made her wince. “Let us goto the circus.” No. He could not say it right. He could not feel it right.

11:45 a.m.

She disliked anything that reminded her that she had been sitting and thinking. So she looked over her shoulder, at the town. The lights were rippling and running as if they were drops of silver water held firm in a wind.


Text from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf






  1. Very good blog! Do you have any hints for aspiring writers? I’m hoping to start my own blog soon but I’m a little lost on everything. Would you recommend starting with a free platform like WordPress or go for a paid option? There are so many options out there that I’m totally overwhelmed .. Any tips? Cheers.

    • Hey there–thanks for dropping by my blog! Get your own going on WordPress or another free platform soon!

      If I were to offer one piece of advice to an aspiring writer, it would be to make writing the way you make sense of the world. Use writing to process everything…use it as a mental tool, as an exercise that helps shape your thoughts. Use writing to investigate the significance of the everyday things around you, including yourself. And do this all as often as you can.

      All the best!

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