‘And time,’ said Bernard, ‘lets fall its drop. The drop that has formed on the roof of the soul falls. On the roof of my mind time, forming, lets fall its drop. Last week, as I stood shaving, the drop fell. I, standing with my razor in my hand, became suddenly aware of the merely habitual nature of my action (this is the drop forming) and congratulated my hands, ironically, for keeping at it. Shave, shave, shave, I said. Go on shaving. The drop fell. All through the day’s work, at intervals, my mind went to an empty place, saying, “What is lost? What is over?” And “Over and done with,” I muttered, “over and done with,” solacing myself with words. People noticed the vacuity of my face and the aimlessness of my conversation. The last words of my sentence tailed away. And as I buttoned on my coat to go home I said more dramatically, “I have lost my youth.” Virginia Woolf - The Waves  

‘And time,’ said Bernard, ‘lets fall its drop. 
The drop that has formed on the roof of the soul falls. On the roof of my mind time, forming, lets fall its drop. 
Last week, as I stood shaving, the drop fell. 
I, standing with my razor in my hand, became suddenly aware of the merely habitual nature of my action (this is the drop forming) and congratulated my hands, ironically, for keeping at it. 
Shave, shave, shave, I said. Go on shaving. 
The drop fell. All through the day’s work, at intervals, my mind went to an empty place, saying, 
“What is lost? What is over?” 
And “Over and done with,” I muttered, “over and done with,” solacing myself with words. 
People noticed the vacuity of my face and the aimlessness of my conversation. The last words of my sentence tailed away. 
And as I buttoned on my coat to go home I said more dramatically, 
“I have lost my youth.”

Virginia Woolf - The Waves

 

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