In a hole in the ground there lived Mrs. Dalloway.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed Mrs. Dalloway, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
Mrs. Dalloway, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Da-lo-way: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
In a hole in the ground there lived Mrs. Dalloway.
In a hole in the ground there lived Mrs. Dalloway.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed Mrs. Dalloway, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
Mrs. Dalloway, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Da-lo-way: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
In a hole in the ground there lived Mrs. Dalloway.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking Mrs. Dalloway.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed Mrs. Dalloway, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
Mrs. Dalloway, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Da-lo-way: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking Mrs. Dalloway.
A goode gin ys Tanqueray
Hath Nancy Mace
Reade all of *Mrs. Dalloway*?
A goode gin ys Tanqueray
Hath Nancy Mace
Reade all of *Mrs. Dalloway*?
"The sweat wis lashing oafay Mrs Dalloway; she wis trembling."
"I was making the rounds of the Sacrifice Poles when I heard that Mrs Dalloway had escaped."
"It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted Mrs Dalloway..."
"The sweat wis lashing oafay Mrs Dalloway; she wis trembling."
"I was making the rounds of the Sacrifice Poles when I heard that Mrs Dalloway had escaped."
"It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted Mrs Dalloway..."
~Virginia Woolf (Mrs. Dalloway)
~Virginia Woolf (Mrs. Dalloway)
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed Mrs. Dalloway, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
Mrs. Dalloway, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Da-lo-way: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed Mrs. Dalloway, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
Mrs. Dalloway, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Da-lo-way: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
“God said, ‘Mrs. Dalloway, kill me a son’
Mrs. Dalloway said, ‘you must be puttin’ me on’”
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed Mrs. Dalloway, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
Here is Mrs. Dalloway, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of her head, behind Christopher Robin.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed Mrs. Dalloway, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
Mrs. Dalloway, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Da-lo-way: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Here is Mrs. Dalloway, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of her head, behind Christopher Robin.
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With Orson Scott Card
Tom Clancy’s Our Bodies, Ourselves
Tom Clancy’s Finnegans Wake
With Orson Scott Card