Dirty Room

from A Room of One's Own

by Virginia Woolf

1929

"______ - to call it by a prouder name than it deserved -- had let it's line down into the stream. It swayed, minute after minute, hither and thither among the reflections and the weeds, letting the water lift it and sink it, until -- you know the little tug -- the sudden conglomeration of a _____ at the end of one's ____: and then the cautious hauling of it in, and the careful laying of it out? Alas, laid on the grass how small, how insignificant this _____ of mine looked: the sort of ____ that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day worth ____ing and eating. I will not trouble you with that ____ now, though if you look carefully you may find it for yourselves in the course of what I am going to ___.
     But however small it was, it had, nevertheless, the mysterious property of its kind -- put back into the ____, it became at once very exciting, and important: and as it darted and sank, and flashed hither and thither, set up such a wash and tumult of ____ that it was impossible to sit still."


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