"to look life in the face, always to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. At last, to know it, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away.
always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always the hours."
"Fail", for more than ten, here and there, now and then, emerges from the the seemingly tranquil yet roaring words, spelling sting, stinging skin. Thus as i desired suffocated i was.
The novel starts with the prologue when Woolf the woman who's falling in the river truely which "feels personal" while can't help feeling sorry for Vanessa, Vita, Ethel..., so many who "have all failed".
Then comes Vaughan in modern NY city, who, fails by Richard's falling out of the window and later Laura, half century ago, long being falling in life before failing in the cake.
Unfortunately, differnt they are, they can feel. And they feel the innermost. But to speak out is another. And to survive is the third.
still remember some words from SP's sonnet, "to beguile the time / look like time".
still remember a poem, with the last seven letters, desperately agonizing.
f a l l i n g
still remember the hours; the hours flowing like the river that drowns Woolf; the hours that stand still faudulently, always, always between us.