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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: something about "waves mountains high." Yes, said Charles Tansley, it
was a little rough. "Aren't you drenched to the skin?" she had said.
"Damp, not wet through," said Mr Tansley, pinching his sleeve, feeling
his socks.
But it was not that they minded, the children said. It was not his face;
it was not his manners. It was him--his point of view. When they talked
about something interesting, people, music, history, anything, even said
it was a fine evening so why not sit out of doors, then what they
complained of about Charles Tansley was that until he had turned the whole
thing round and made it somehow reflect himself and disparage them--he was
not satisfied. And he would go to picture galleries they said, and he
To the Lighthouse |
