remains curiously unattainable. This time passes, light and questioning of women's role (as per the book), are also what our model Hilde represents.

With the sunset sharpness was lost and, like mist rising, quiet rose, quiet spread, the wind settled; loosely the world shook itself down to sleep, darkly here without a light to it, save what came green suffused through leaves, or pale on the white flowers by the window.

- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse