Of all the stuff I've read of Woolf's, this tiny little story is probably my favorite. It effects me almost like a poem would. It's short and emotional and so well written! I'll read it just about anytime I go to the library because it only takes a couple of minutes. I feel a little funny that with all the novels and everything my favorate writing of hers is what's probably her shortest piece of fiction. Isn't that always the way?
