Contents · 42 sections
- The Window — I18 min
- The Window — II1 min
- The Window — III4 min
- The Window — IV14 min
- The Window — V7 min
- The Window — VI10 min
- The Window — VII6 min
- The Window — VIII9 min
- The Window — IX14 min
- The Window — X13 min
- The Window — XI6 min
- The Window — XII10 min
- The Window — XIII4 min
- The Window — XIV9 min
- The Window — XV1 min
- The Window — XVI6 min
- The Window — XVII47 min
- The Window — XVIII9 min
- The Window — XIX11 min
- Time Passes — I1 min
- Time Passes — II3 min
- Time Passes — III3 min
- Time Passes — IV3 min
- Time Passes — V2 min
- Time Passes — VI5 min
- Time Passes — VII1 min
- Time Passes — VIII4 min
- Time Passes — IX7 min
- Time Passes — X2 min
- The Lighthouse — I9 min
- The Lighthouse — II9 min
- The Lighthouse — III10 min
- The Lighthouse — IV13 min
- The Lighthouse — V17 min
- The Lighthouse — VI1 min
- The Lighthouse — VII4 min
- The Lighthouse — VIII9 min
- The Lighthouse — IX1 min
- The Lighthouse — X5 min
- The Lighthouse — XI19 min
- The Lighthouse — XII9 min
- The Lighthouse — XIII2 min
To the Lighthouse · Virginia Woolf
The Lighthouse — IX
Read online · About 1 minute[The sea without a stain on it, thought Lily Briscoe, still standing and looking out over the bay. The sea is stretched like silk across the bay. Distance had an extraordinary power; they had been swallowed up in it, she felt, they were gone forever, they had become part of the nature of things. It was so calm; it was so quiet. The steamer itself had vanished, but the great scroll of smoke still hung in the air and drooped like a flag mournfully in valediction.]