Revolving lights : $b Pilgrimage, Volume 7 — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Revolving lights : $b Pilgrimage, Volume 7
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REVOLVING LIGHTS
THE WORK OF
DOROTHY M. RICHARDSON
"In the ordinary novel, the novelist stands on the banks of the
river of life chronicling how and when people arise, and how it
is that things happen to them. But Miriam (the central figure of
Dorothy Richardson's work) pulls us with her into the yielding
water."--_Nation._
"The style grows upon one with familiarity; it is continually
illumined by passages of brilliant insight, and its
half-subconscious revelation of personality is wonderfully
attractive."--_Daily Telegraph._
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REVOLVING LIGHTS
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REVOLVING LIGHTS
BY
DOROTHY M. RICHARDSON
LONDON: DUCKWORTH & CO.
3 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN
First published in 1923.
All rights reserved.
_Printed in Great Britain by_ Butler & Tanner, _Frome and London_
To
F. E. W.
REVOLVING LIGHTS
CHAPTER I
The building of the large hall had been brought about by people who gave
no thought to the wonder of moving from one space to another and up and
down stairs. Yet this wonder was more to them than all the things on
which their thoughts were fixed. If they would take time to realise it.
No one takes time. No one knows it.... But I know it.... These seconds
of knowing, of being told, afresh, by things speaking silently, make up
for the pain of failing to find out what I ought to be doing....
Away behind, in the flatly echoing hall, was the busy planning world of
socialism, intent on the poor. Far away in to-morrow, stood the
established, unchanging world of Wimpole Street, linked helpfully to the
lives of the prosperous classes. Just ahead, at the end of the walk
home, the small isolated Tansley Street world, full of secretive people
drifting about on the edge of catastrophe, that would leave, when it
engulfed them, no ripple on the surface of the tide of London life. In
the space between these surrounding worlds was the everlasting solitude;
ringing as she moved to cross the landing, with voices demanding an
explanation of her presence in any one of them.
"Now _that_," she quoted, to counter the foremost attack, "is a man who
can be trusted to say what he thinks."