"If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office!... Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard..." – Virginia Woolf
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