Mrs Dalloway 8.9分
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Well, I've had my fun; I've had it, he thought, looking up at the swining basket of pale geranium. And it was smashed to atoms--his fun, for it was half made up, as he knew very well; invented, this escapade with the girl; made up, as one makes up the better part of life, he thought--making oneself up; making her up; creating an exquisite amusement, and something more. But odd it was, and quite true; all this one could never share--it smashed to atoms.
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