"(...) she could remember nothing. For all the dinners are cooked; the plates and cups washed; the children sent to school and gone into the world. Nothing remains of it all. All has vanished. No biography of history has a word to say about it. And the novels, without meaning to, inevitably lie." Virginia Wolf (1929). A Room of One's Own. Photo by Monica Pinheiro CC BY-NC-SA (CC).
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