弗吉尼亚，伍尔夫《到灯塔去》最后，如是说：“Quickly, as if she were recalled by something over there, she turned to her canvas. There it was-her picture. Yes, with all greens and blues, its lines running up and cross, its attempt at something. It would be hung in the attics, its attempt at something. It would be destroyed. But what did that matter? she asked herself, taking up her brush again. She looked at the steps: they were empty;she looked at her canvas: it was blurred. With a sudden intensity, as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre. It was done; it was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.
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