"She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble." - Virginia Woolf
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Lois Lane, Reporter
Who needs a man--even a Superman--when you're Lois Lane?
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