All books are the Book of Job

"Hence our loneliness; hence our desolation."
-Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Image: Ikko Narahara, Shadow of car driving through desert, Arizona, 1971
Title: Stanley Elkin

When I lean over the chasm of myself

    We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

    -Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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Title: Rilke, from The Book of Hours I, 3

I have no face

 

 

 

 

 

“But here I am nobody. I have no face. (…)
‘That is my face,’ said Rhoda, ‘in the looking-glass behind Susan’s shoulder - that face is my face.
But I will duck behind her to hide it, for I am not here. I have no face…’”

-Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931

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A rush of friendship for stones and grasses

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us. To gallop intemperately; fall on the sand tired out; to feel the earth spin; to have — positively — a rush of friendship for stones and grasses, as if humanity were over, and as for men and women, let them go hang — there is no getting over the fact that this desire seizes us pretty often.
 

—Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

Image: Arab manuscript, ca. 1766, Traité d’hippiatrie