[A]s she was thinking this, the immensely long tunnel in which she seemed to have been travelling for hundreds of years
widened; the light poured in; her thoughts became mysteriously tightened and
strung up as if a piano tuner had put his key in her back and stretched
the nerves very taut; at the same time her hearing quickened; she could
hear every whisper and crackle in the room so that the clock ticking on the mantelpiece beat like a hammer. And so for some seconds the
light went on becoming brighter and brighter, and she saw everything more and
more clearly and the clock ticked louder and louder until there was a
terrific explosion right in her ear. Orlando leapt as if she had been
violently struck on the head. Ten times she was struck. In fact it was ten
o'clock in the morning. It was the eleventh of October. It was 1928. It
was the present moment.
Orlando (218-9)
Orlando was published on October 11, 1928
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