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<A V. WOOLF>
<T To Lighthouse>
<S I>
<C 1>
<R 1>
<P 009>
" Yes, of course, if it's fine tomorrow, " said Mrs
Ramsay. " But you'll have to be up with the lark, "
she added.
<R 2>
To her son these words conveyed an extraordinary
joy, as if it were settled, the expedition
were bound to take place, and the wonder to
which he had looked forward, for years and years
it seemed, was, after a night's darkness and a day's
sail, within touch. Since he belonged, even at the
age of six, to that great clan which cannot keep
this feeling separate from that, but must let future
prospects, with their joys and sorrows, cloud what
is actually at hand, since to such people even in
earliest childhood any turn in the wheel of sensation
has the power to crystallise and transfix the
moment upon which its gloom or radiance rests,
James Ramsay, sitting on the floor cutting out pictures
from the illustrated catalogue of the Army
and Navy stores, endowed the picture of a refrigerator,
as his mother spoke, . . .
