looked old. looked, James thought, getting head now Lighthouse, now wa — Virginia Woolf, Lighthouse

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He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds—that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things.

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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