tailieunhanh - Night and Day Virginia Woolf Chapter 11

Night and Day Virginia Woolf Chapter 11 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | Night and Day Virginia Woolf Chapter 11 It s life that matters nothing but life--the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process said Katharine as she passed under the archway and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk not the discovery itself at all. She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s windows which were a semilucent red color in her honor as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother had read and keeping it to herself and gnawing its contents in privacy and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one. This evening she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood--a fatalistic mood-- to proclaim that the process of discovery was life and that presumably the nature of one s goal mattered not at all. She sat down for a moment upon one of the seats felt herself carried along in the swirl of many things decided in her sudden way that it was time to heave all this thinking overboard and rose leaving a fishmonger s basket on the seat behind her. Two minutes later her rap sounded with authority upon Rodney s door. Well William she said I m afraid I m late. It was true but he was so glad to see her that he forgot his annoyance. He had been occupied for over an hour in making things ready for her and he now had his reward in seeing her look right and left as she slipped her cloak from her shoulders with evident satisfaction although she said nothing. He had seen that the fire burnt well jam-pots were on the table tin covers shone in the fender and the shabby comfort of the room was extreme. He was dressed in his old crimson dressing-gown which was faded irregularly and had bright