Jacob’s Room, Woolf pg. 27
“ … But intimacy – the room was full of it, still, deep, like a pool. Without need of movement or speech it rose softly and washed over everything, mollifying, kindling, and coating the mind with the luster of pearl, so that if you talk of light, of Cambridge burning, it’s not languages only. It’s julian the Apostate.”
Jacob’s Room, Woolf pg. 27
