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| Emily DIckinson Woodcut |
Mrs. Ramsey seemed to fold herself together, one petal
closed in another, and the whole fabric fell in exhaustion upon itself, so that
she only had strength to move her finger, in exquisite abandonment to exhaustion,
across the page of Grimm’s fairy story, while there throbbed through her, like
a pulse in a spring which has expanded to its full width and now gently ceases
to beat, the rapture of successful creation.
(TTL 42)
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