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<TEI.2> <teiHeader> <fileDesc> <titleStmt> <title type="245">Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse [A machine-readable transcription]</title> <author>Woolf, Virginia</author> </titleStmt> <publicationStmt><distributor>Oxford Text Archive</distributor> <idno>WoolfLight</idno> <availability><p>Oxford Text Archives U-1656-A</availability> <date>1995</date></publicationStmt> <sourceDesc><biblFull> <titleStmt> <title>To The Lighthouse</title> <author>Woolf, Virginia</author> </titleStmt> <publicationStmt><publisher>Harcourt Brace Jovanovich</publisher><pubplace>New York</pubplace> <date>1955</date></publicationStmt> </biblFull></sourceDesc></fileDesc> <revisionDesc> <change><date>January 1995</date><respStmt><name>Renee McKinney</name> <resp>HTI</resp></respStmt><item>Edited for parsing against HTI DTD</item> </change> <change><date>September 1992</date><respStmt> <name>Allison Sleeman</name><resp>UVa Cataloging</resp></respStmt><item>The electronic text with which we began contained numerous . . .
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<Text id=WooLigh> <Author>Woolf, Virginia</Author> <Title>To The Lighthouse</Title> <Edition>New York: Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc., 1955</Edition> <Date>1927</Date> <body> <loc><locdoc>WooLigh9</locdoc> <div0 type=part n=I> <div1 type=chapter n=1> <milestone n=9> <p>"Yes, of course, if it's fine tomorrow," said Mrs Ramsay. "But you'll have to be up with the lark," she added. </p> <p>To her son these words conveyed an extraordinary joy, as if it were settled, the expedition were bound to take place, and the wonder to which he had looked forward, for years and years it seemed, was, after a night's darkness and a day's sail, within touch. Since he belonged, even at the age of six, to that great clan which cannot keep this feeling separate from that, but must let future prospects, with their joys and sorrows, cloud what is actually at hand, since to such people even in earliest childhood any turn in the wheel of sensation has the power to crystallise and transfix the moment upon . . .
