Vigrinia Woolf
James looked at the Lighthouse. He could see the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark and straight; he could see that it was barred with black and white; he could see windows in it; he could even see washing spread on the rocks to dry. So that was the Lighthouse, was it?
Har precis läst ut To The Lighthouse eller Mot Fyren som den heter på svenska. Gillade den skarpt.
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