This is the first work of Virginia Woolf I read. I had the same feeling when I discovered Proust. It is the intimate Impressionism in novel form. We must let go. There are times when we lose a bit and then arise extraordinary glare of a poem, a delicacy with a text of extraordinary evocative force. Read slowly, with immediate proofreading to enjoy good. I thought constantly Translator Pascale Michon whose work is admirable. It is based on a deep understanding of the oeuvre.Merci
