TO THE LIGHTHOUSE

ber the whole shape of the thing. H# had to
keep his judgement in suspense. So he Returned
to the other thought—if young men did ihot care
for this, naturally they did not care ffor him
either. One ought not to complain, thought Mr.,
Ramsay, trying to stifle his desire to complain
to his wife that young men did not admir e him*
But he was determined; he would not bother he**;"

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again. Here he looked at her reading. She ;
looked very peaceful, reading. He liked to:tlmJc^
that every one had taken themselves off amd tiba^;
he and she were alone. The whole of life d4d not"/
consist in going to bed with a woman, he tht^ugli^ ',*
returning to Scott and Balzac, to the English, ,
novel and the French noveL V ;

Mrs. Ramsay raised her head and like a p| 1fcsoji;
in a light sleep seemed to say that if he w?anted
her to wake she would, she really would|, but
otherwise, might she go on sleeping, just af little
longer, just a little longer? She was climbinlg up
those branches, this way and that, laying hand^s cm
one flower and then another.

Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose,
she read, and so reading she was ascending, /she
felt, on to the top, on to the summit. How
satisfying! How restful! All the odds and ejnds
of the day stuck to this magnet; her mind ffelt
swept, felt clean. And then there it was, $udd<$r*ly
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