Clock Tower, Palace of Westminster by Unknown
FractalVerse/Mrs Dalloway
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What a lark! What a plunge! For so it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak of the hinges, she had burst open the French windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air.
ClarissaMrs Dalloway · Section 1
10:00 AM — London
Section 1 of 12 · A Wednesday in June
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As Clarissa opens the French windows at her Westminster home, the fresh air instantly transports her to Bourton, the country house of her youth where she first met Peter Walsh and Sally Seton.

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Woolf’s signature technique — a present sensation triggers a memory, and past and present fuse.

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Clock Tower, Palace of Westminster
Unknown, 1920 · Public Domain
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