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INTRO CLOCK ONE
I—IX X—XIX XX—XXIX
CLOCK TWO
XXX—XXXIX XL—XLIX L—LX
2020 WOOLF’S WORDS
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“What the future might bring, Heaven only knew. Change was incessant, and change perhaps would never cease. High battlements of thought, habits that had seemed durable as stone, went down like shadows at the touch of another mind and left a naked sky and fresh stars twinkling in it.”


VIRGINIA WOOLF, ORLANDO: A BIOGRAPHY (1928)