Quote by Virginia Woolf

The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it. The long life seemed to have set in; the trifling airs, nibbling, the clammy breaths, fumbling, seemed to have triumphed. ..


The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like

Summary

This quote describes a desolate and abandoned house, using vivid imagery to convey its emptiness and lifelessness. Comparing it to a shell on a sandhill, the quote suggests that the house is now filled with dry salt grains, representing its lack of vitality. The mention of the house being left and deserted implies that it was once inhabited, but has now been abandoned. The use of phrases like "trifling airs" and "clammy breaths" emphasizes the decay and deterioration that have overtaken the house, suggesting that it has succumbed to the passage of time and neglect.

By Virginia Woolf
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