My past is cut from me.

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“I am astonished, as I draw the veils off things with words, how much, how infinitely more than I can say I have observed.”

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“I can imagine nothing beyond the circle cast by my body. My body goes before me, like a lantern down a dark land, bringing one thing after another out of darkness into a ring of light. I dazzle you; I make you believe that this is all.”

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“Barns and summer days in the country, rooms where we sat — all now lies in the unreal world which is gone. My past is cut from me.”

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“After a long time, loosely, in a moment of revelation, I may lay hands on it, but now the idea breaks in my hand. Ideas break a thousand times for once that they globe themselves entire.”

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“He looked at me, turning to face me; he gave me his poem. All mists curl off the roof of my being.”

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-VIRGINIA WOOLF, The Waves