It is the sense that there is no answer, that if honestly examined life presents question after question which must be left to sound on and on after the story is over in hopeless interrogation that fills us with a deep, and finally it may be with a resentful, despair.
3.15.2011
Virginia Woolf in her essay “Modern Fiction”
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