Between the Acts by Virginia WoolfHogarth Press Uniform Edition, 1953 (originally 1941)

“Scraps and fragments,” swallows and starlings, bits of Shakespeare, bits of Byron, bits of Keats. Little pieces of literature and history that surface, little pieces of emotion, of meaning. The shifts in perspective, what is spoken and what is felt. Each person playing a role, whether aware of it or not; art and connection and separateness, awareness of oneness or aloneness. A book (of course) that I want to re-read.