"The clock began striking. The young man had killed himself; but she did not pity him; with the clock striking the hour, one, two, three, she did not pity him, with all this going on. [...] But what an extraordinary night! She felt somehow very like him – the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away while they went on living. The clock was striking. [...] But she must go back. She must assemble. She must find Sally and Peter. And she came in from the little room."
Virginia Woolf (1882-1941). Mrs. Dalloway (1925). London: Penguin Books, 1996, p. 204
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