Virginia WoolfAbout here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.
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The story is about a woman who thinks of her past life, which was filled with many experiences. She has lost her husband recently and is thinking of how he had died. She tells herself that she will definitely not allow herself to die in this way. Her last thoughts are about the sunken ship where they had died, and she says that they would probably all be dead if it weren’t for the good luck they had.
Source: To The Lighthouse
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