Smakebit på ein søndag - nr. 50

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But it was the doors that annoyed her; every door was left open. She listened. The drawing-room door was open; the hall door was open; it sounded as if the bedroom doors were open; and certainly the window on the landing was open, for that she had opened herself. That window should be open, and doors shut - simple as it was, could none of them remember it?

Frå Virginia Woolfs To the Lighthouse.


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