“And it was cowardly for a man to say he would kill himself, but Septimus had fought; he was brave; he was not Septimus now” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“He was drowned, he used to say, and lying on a cliff with gulls screaming over him. He would look over the edge of the sofa down into the sea. Or he was hearing music… But “Lovely!” he used to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
