And then the body who had been silent up to now began its song, almost at first as low as the rush of the wheels: “Eggs and bacon; toast and tea; fire and a bath; fire and a bath; jugged hare,” it went on, “and red currant jelly; a glass of wine with coffee to follow, with coffee to follow—and then to bed and then to bed.”
The Death of the Moth and Other Essays (The Original Unabridged 1942 Edition of 28 Essays)
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Virginia Woolf
