George grubbed. The
flower blazed between the angles of the roots. Membrane after membrane was
torn. It blazed a soft yellow, a lambent
light under a film of velvet; it filled the caverns behind the eyes with
light. All that inner darkness became a
hall, leaf smelling, earth smelling, of yellow light. And the tree was beyond the flower; the
grass, the flower, and the tree were entire.
Down on his knees grubbing he held the flower complete.
Between the Acts (8)
According to Bishop's Chronology, April 20, 1938, Woolf was writing this passage (see D5, 135)
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