"We are all like flies trying to crawl over the edge of the saucer, Mabel thought, and repeated the phrase as if she were crossing herself, as if she were trying to find some spell to annul this pain, to make this agony endurable. [...] If she could say that over often enough and make herself see the flies, she would become numb, chill, frozen, dumb. Now she could see flies [...]."
(WOOLF, Virginia. "The New Dress")
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