He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.


To the Lighthouse: The Original Holograph Draft (ed. 1982)

Virginia Woolf Quotes

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.