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On a Wonderful, Beautiful, Almost Failed Sentence By Virginia Woolf
Alas! my heart droops, and my fingers are enervated; my ideas are vivid, but my language is faint: now know I what it is to entertain incommunicable sentiments. The chain of subsequent incidents is drawn through my mind, and being linked with those which forewent, by turns rouse up agonies and sink me into hopelessness. Yet I will persist to the en
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