Impenetrable woodenness

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“… she’d go on as if nothing had happened. That was the devilish part of her — this coldness, this woodenness, something very profound in her, which he had felt again this morning talking to her; an impenetrability. Yet Heavens knows he loved her. She had some queer power of fiddling on one’s nerves, turning one’s nerves to a fiddle strings, yes.” — Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

 

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