Virginia wolf tells the story
of a nobleman in Elizabethan
times who, halfway
through the novel,
awakes to find that
he has become a woman.
Change is incessant,
and change perhaps
would never cease.
High battlements of
thought, habits that
had seemed as durable
as stone, went down
like shadows at the
touch of another mind
and left a naked sky
and fresh stars twinkling in it.
(Ref. to virginia wolf's playful
novel Orlando,1928) .
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