'Why, if one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour - landing at the other end without a single hairpin in one's hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked!...
Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard' Virginia Woolf tested the boundaries of fiction in these short stories, developing a new language ...