The name of this blog was inspired by the work of Virginia Woolf. I need to track down where the quote about the sky comes from exactly (Jacob’s Room? The Waves? I had a volume of three books in one, lovingly annotated, that I then lent to a friend… who never returned it.). But here’s a (long) quote from To the Lighthouse.
“Listening (had there been anyone to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason… In spring the garden urn, casually filled with windblown plants, were gay as ever. Violets came and daffodils. But the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos and tumult of night, with the trees standing there, and the flowers standing there, looking before them, looking up, yet beholding nothing, eyeless, and thus terrible.” (To the Lighthouse, Everymans Library, 1991, p. 154)