두려움 / The Hours (Mrs Dalloway Mrs Brown Mrs Woolf)

Mrs Dalloway

 

Mrs Brown

 

Mrs Woolf

 

One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper.  She takes a sip of cold coffee, and allows herself to read what she's written so far.

 

She can feel the headache creeping up the back of her neck.  She stiffens.  No, it's the memory of the headache, it's her fear of the headache, both of them so vivid as to be at least brieftly indistinguishable from an onset of the headache itself.  She stands erect, waiting.  It's all right.

 

-The Hours - Michael Cunningham