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Chapter 1

           Forhowwouldyouliketobeshutupforawholemonthatatime,andpossiblymoreinstormyweather,uponarockthesizeofatennislawn?shewouldask;andtohavenolettersornewspapers,andtoseenobody;ifyouweremarried,nottoseeyourwife,nottoknowhowyourchildrenwereiftheywereill,iftheyhadfallendownandbrokentheirlegsorarms;toseethesamedrearywavesbreakingweekafterweek,andthenadreadfulstormcoming,andthewindowscoveredwithspray,andbirdsdashedagainstthelamp,andthewholeplacerocking,andnotbeabletoputyournoseoutofdoorsforfearofbeingsweptintothesea?Howwouldyoulikethat?sheasked,addressingherselfparticularlytoherdaughters.Sosheadded,ratherdifferently,onemusttakethemwhatevercomfortsonecan.

           "It’sduewest,"saidtheatheistTansley,holdinghisbonyfingersspreadsothatthewindblewthroughthem,forhewassharingMr.Ramsay’seveningwalkupanddown,upanddowntheterrace.Thatistosay,thewindblewfromtheworstpossibledirectionforlandingattheLighthouse.Yes,hedidsaydisagreeablethings,Mrs.Ramsayadmitted;itwasodiousofhimtorubthisin,andmakeJamesstillmoredisappointed;butatthesametime,shewouldnotletthemlaughathim."Theatheist,"theycalledhim;"thelittleatheist."

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