“ She had come to the surface of the dark, sticky pool, and a wave seemed to bear her up and down with it; she had ceased to have any will of her own; she lay on top of the wave conscious of some pain, but chiefly weakness. The wave was replaced by the side of a mountain. Her body became a drift of melting snow, above which her knees rose in huge peaked mountains of bare bone. ”
— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (1915)
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