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  • What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying

    Virginia Woolf, Morag Shiach (1998). “A Room of One's Own: And, Three Guineas”, p.143