Tuesday, March 13, 2012

It was Very, Very Dangerous to Live Even One Day

She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf