To the lighthouse

"But in the end, what is one night? A short period of time, especially when the night gets dark early, and early the bird sings, early the rooster crows, or a frail green one that rushes, like a wavering leaf, in the midst of a wave. Except that night is followed by night. And winter brings He has a stock of nights and deals with them equally, with tireless fingers. The nights grow longer, some of them raising clear stars, bright plates of autumn trees, even though they are desolate and stripped of leaves, catching the glow of the tattered flags burning in the darkness of the cathedral''s caves. Where the golden letters on the marble pages describe death on a battlefield and how the bones turn pale and burn away in the Indian sand. Autumn trees flash in the light of the yellow moon, in the light of the harvest moons, the light that soothes the toil of the toiler, smoothing the stubble of the planting, awakening the blue wave and crashing softly. On the Beach." With such philosophical contemplation, linguistic weaving and elegant description, it extends over an area of ​​​​three parts, the saga of the Ramsay family and those surrounding them, over a time spanning a decade of years. It is a novel almost devoid of dialogue, written by Virginia Woolf under the influence of the wave style (stream of consciousness), which was influential during the early era of the last century, following in the footsteps of those who preceded her by writing in this style. James Joyce and Marcel Proust, adding to the legacy of world literature what was called for to be classified as one of the hundred best