I find it difficult to read but I expect it my fault. Moreover since V.W wrote this a book as a thought going through the characters minds the sentences might be long in purpose such makes a non native speaker struggle to understand. This is my 3rd try and I still struggle
The "lighthouse" is godrevy lighthouse in Cornwall. About 5 miles east of St. Ives. Virginia woolf lived in godrevy for a number of years. A small hamlet overlooking the lighthouse
Dear lord, I was hoping for inspiration, not deep depression. I understand the suicide. Such a command of words… such power of sight, playing attention to everything, everyone. So much feeling it all.
Her name is Cori Samuel. This is a Legamus recording, and she also records books for LibriVox. Both are websites where audiobooks are made and released for free by volunteers.
it flows, it rolls, it swirls and stumbles and thwarts all oblivioual shades with its perpetual twirling dancing short hopping rhythms and spacing. it is an eerie weird strange magical miss-perception of blurry frowning precision of the middling space of things. i will never understand Virginia Woolf and will never need to; her works are always brilliant irreverent masterpieces of tone and shape as if they were the strand of a beach made one grain at a time of the most mundane priceless artifacts of insight. you have in her works, this feeling that you have been taken by the wrist and are being led along a perilous cliff side or down a sweeping spiral stair; broiled in alarm but no fear and struggling over the sense of wonder at that hands touch that is pellmell leading you on and on and on. there is something unique in ever spoken thought that spins you about and yet leads you nowhere and yet in the next gush you realize is taken up again and again in a rush of new over-spilling insight that butt ends or over-matches the lost thread of just a moment before. you are always stooping an open palm into the wind to try and scoop up another second of revelation of a clue to the next root of a connection to a thread left dangling of before; you are always finding yourself wadding through a spun sky of reoccurring continuation that is and is not. you realize in the touches and blushes of the genius all around you and yet the singularity is constantly splintering under a fragmented heaven. there is a tripping battered stream rolling amongst the ancient roots, the tangled middle of all things, and your hair is caught up and masks your own face and a sudden lovers; who is there and then gone with a dream logic as pure as memory and unreliable as want or needs own focus of demand. you are introduced to fully made people, who we are immersed, and learning of, by their current being, in a stream of consciousness, that neither forgives, or explains, but relentlessly clings and fumes and pummels us about, even as it remains utterly ignorant of us, despite its constant edge of pleading for our kisses of blessing, and riddles us with our scorn of unrepentant aloof silence. much of Woolf's power in her works comes from picking us up by needy stream of conscious characters that become increasingly real to us in such a way that we get this nagging suspicion that 'they' are almost aware of us and need us and want us to respond to them and of course we are utterly powerless to comply. there is a helplessness and constant uneasy hint of tragedy that only we could divert, that we are powerless to do so, and which we must thus in failure, watch unfold before us; a tin pan penny tent of a sideshow where horror is bloody in the man-made twilight and is but a breach from our fingertips swipe's power to dispel and save from the descending plight. Woolf is about an almost perpendicular tension she brilliantly creates and hulls about in clip rolling thunders of concussive force that we are embraced by and tossed by and ultimately exhausted by as she super humane vortexes into a shudder of explosive perspectives of sound and fury. her genius is her almost slight brushing touch of fragile wisp-like sublime grace of melancholy and wishful need of touch in a world of chaotic smoke and mirrors of monolithic creation. her works have power thrumming empire but of empire falling in the immediate eclipse of momentary small day to day stumbling distraction. she is a writers writer. admired by those everyone heralds the greats and has been so for generations. i doubt she will ever be as popular as warranted as she is too 'too' in any and all measurements of value. one does not really read Virginia Woolf; one uneasily snuggles up and quietly slips into the lovers arms of immersion and its addictive caustic allures. 'you will be fine.' the doctor hums as he waves a tattered arm and shuffles out of the room to call his brother, the undertaker. 'you will love reading Woolf,' the unknown figure stumbles as i shuffle into the dark, haphazardly kicking Lizzy Borden's bloody alleged hatchet into a far corner, 'what harm ever came from reading a book?'
It’s a metaphor for human intellectual achievement. Ramsey knows that his studies (Q) represent a great achievement. But he is conscious that he has not been a once-in-a-generation talent (Z) or even one of those who is a great commentator on what others have done. He has no realistic way to get to Z ie to produce a universal masterpiece of some kind but he wonders what is holding him back from going just a little farther, thinking just a little deeper (R).
I dont listen it cause i had read it in paper format.i think this one and years are her best books.but if i would choose,between this and the years,i would choose the last.cheers
Feed 8 children on philosophy And yet you shall go with it all and the bill for the greenhouse was 50 pounds (after talking about p pointless life and cancer) He would've written more books if he'd not married (looking at lighthouse)
I am listening to this because it is featured as one of the 3 books that are legal to read in the most recent film interpretation of Fahrenheit 451. Is it because the book is well written but meaningless or is it something else? I'd love to get some insight.
I haven't seen it but from what I've read, in the film, books are replaced by "emoji adaptations"? I suppose they picked To the Lighthouse because it's a classic and they wanted to show how books were transformed? Idk
Narrator's voice too childish to finish alas. Sounds silly. Far too many audiobook readers should never narrate anything - they don't have the proper timbre or resonance to narrate anything, which is a loss to the authors.
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The narrator is wonderful - exactly catching the nature of this book with all is nuances making it so pleasurable...
She is special!
The Window Chapter 2 26:33 Chapter 3 27:00 Chapter 4 31:52 Chapter 5 52:20 Chapter 6 1:01:54 Chapter 7 1:16:30 Chapter 8 1:25:00 Chapter 9 1:37:49 Chapter 10 1:57:57 Chapter 11 2:15:07 Chapter 12 2:24:13 Chapter 13 2:37:10 Chapter 14 2:41:35 Chapter 16 2:53:28 Chapter 17 3:01:13 Chapter 17 continued (Now all the candles were lit up) 3:34:33
1:06
Thank you for this! 😍
You're a saint.
Thanks!!))
Thank you so much!
pro tip: for a maximum virginia woolf stream of consciousness experience listen to parts 1 and 2 simultaneously
Chapter 2 26:33
Chapter 3 27:00
Chapter 4 31:52
Chapter 5 52:20
Chapter 9 1:37:49
Chapter 10 1:57:57
Chapter 11 2:15:07
Beautiful reader. I suffer from M.E/CFS and cannot read so much these days. Your wonderful voice brings this book alive. I am so grateful. Thank you.
Do u know, does she have British or American pronunciation?) it just important for me to know...
@@yanagrenko435 British pronunciation
@@yanagrenko435 di di voi a la verga a
How fortunate for you, plenty of time to read.
She is perfection in reading this book
Great reader. Very subtle. No overacting, like some actor-readers tend to.
Wonderful! I agree the reading sparkles with intelligence
Such a brilliant reader, finally able to grasp each word,thanks to her, she has understood the text remarkably well to have read it like this.
I am loving it. Makes me understand
Chapter 12
2:24:13
Chapter 13
2:37:10
Chapter 14
2:41:35
Chapter 16
2:53:28
Chapter 17
3:01:13
Chapter 17 continued (Now all the candles were lit up)
3:34:33
Thanks! ❤️
does she skip part of chapter 17??
I'm reading and listening at the same time
This is such a magic piece of literature to me.
An absolute tower in landscape of literature
Thank god for this audiobook! Reading Virginia Woolf makes me want to load rocks into my coat pockets then walk into a river.
Jackass.
I find it difficult to read but I expect it my fault. Moreover since V.W wrote this a book as a thought going through the characters minds the sentences might be long in purpose such makes a non native speaker struggle to understand. This is my 3rd try and I still struggle
i see what you did there
Too soon lol
not when listening to this - wonderful
Blessings on this narrator. Thanks 😊
The "lighthouse" is godrevy lighthouse in Cornwall. About 5 miles east of St. Ives. Virginia woolf lived in godrevy for a number of years. A small hamlet overlooking the lighthouse
Where she was molested, that's right, by the Duckworths bros.
Surely you're familiar with the De Sousa bio.
I thought they mentioned that the summer home was in Scotland.
AMAZING reading! THANK you for making this masterpiece come alive...
Dear lord, I was hoping for inspiration, not deep depression. I understand the suicide. Such a command of words… such power of sight, playing attention to everything, everyone. So much feeling it all.
The window
Chapter 1 - 0:10 Chapter 2 - 26:33 Chapter 3 - 26:54 Chapter 4 - 32:00 Chapter 5 - 52:18 Chapter 6 - 1:01:54
Chapter 7 - 1:16:29 Chapter 8 - 1:25:00 Chapter 9 - 1:37:56 Chapter 10 - 1:57:56 Chapter 11 - 2:15:13
Chapter 12 - 2:24:13 Chapter 13 - 2:37:11 Chapter 14 - 2:41:35 Chapter 15 - 2:53:14 Chapter 16 - 2:53:26
Chapter 17 - 3:01:13
Wonderful! I’ve enjoyed listening to this over the last few nights. Have read the book a few years ago, but it’s great to hear it read out aloud...
She reads so well
What beautiful language ❤ Pure joy for one’s sophisticated ear 🌟
Perfectly written. Amazingly read.thanks.
... who is the reader: she is brilliant!
Her name is Cori Samuel. This is a Legamus recording, and she also records books for LibriVox. Both are websites where audiobooks are made and released for free by volunteers.
1:01:53 Chapter 6
1:16:29 Chapter 7
1:25:01 Chapter 8
Excellent narration. Thank you ❤
nice reading with proper pronunciation
Thank u so much! I´ve been looking for this for ages!!
🇹🇹💯🇹🇹 I did this book in one of my university courses.
Exceptional Writer!
Angel Trinidad West Indies.
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Amazingly read! Thank you!
GREAT READING THANK YOU
This book sucks, but the person reading it made it bearable; and for that I am grateful.
Thanks for sharing this, and please, please the subtitles
Aren't the subtitles to an audiobook just... the book?
Get a life.
it flows, it rolls, it swirls and stumbles and thwarts all oblivioual shades with its perpetual twirling dancing short hopping rhythms and spacing. it is an eerie weird strange magical miss-perception of blurry frowning precision of the middling space of things. i will never understand Virginia Woolf and will never need to; her works are always brilliant irreverent masterpieces of tone and shape as if they were the strand of a beach made one grain at a time of the most mundane priceless artifacts of insight. you have in her works, this feeling that you have been taken by the wrist and are being led along a perilous cliff side or down a sweeping spiral stair; broiled in alarm but no fear and struggling over the sense of wonder at that hands touch that is pellmell leading you on and on and on. there is something unique in ever spoken thought that spins you about and yet leads you nowhere and yet in the next gush you realize is taken up again and again in a rush of new over-spilling insight that butt ends or over-matches the lost thread of just a moment before. you are always stooping an open palm into the wind to try and scoop up another second of revelation of a clue to the next root of a connection to a thread left dangling of before; you are always finding yourself wadding through a spun sky of reoccurring continuation that is and is not. you realize in the touches and blushes of the genius all around you and yet the singularity is constantly splintering under a fragmented heaven. there is a tripping battered stream rolling amongst the ancient roots, the tangled middle of all things, and your hair is caught up and masks your own face and a sudden lovers; who is there and then gone with a dream logic as pure as memory and unreliable as want or needs own focus of demand. you are introduced to fully made people, who we are immersed, and learning of, by their current being, in a stream of consciousness, that neither forgives, or explains, but relentlessly clings and fumes and pummels us about, even as it remains utterly ignorant of us, despite its constant edge of pleading for our kisses of blessing, and riddles us with our scorn of unrepentant aloof silence. much of Woolf's power in her works comes from picking us up by needy stream of conscious characters that become increasingly real to us in such a way that we get this nagging suspicion that 'they' are almost aware of us and need us and want us to respond to them and of course we are utterly powerless to comply. there is a helplessness and constant uneasy hint of tragedy that only we could divert, that we are powerless to do so, and which we must thus in failure, watch unfold before us; a tin pan penny tent of a sideshow where horror is bloody in the man-made twilight and is but a breach from our fingertips swipe's power to dispel and save from the descending plight. Woolf is about an almost perpendicular tension she brilliantly creates and hulls about in clip rolling thunders of concussive force that we are embraced by and tossed by and ultimately exhausted by as she super humane vortexes into a shudder of explosive perspectives of sound and fury. her genius is her almost slight brushing touch of fragile wisp-like sublime grace of melancholy and wishful need of touch in a world of chaotic smoke and mirrors of monolithic creation. her works have power thrumming empire but of empire falling in the immediate eclipse of momentary small day to day stumbling distraction. she is a writers writer. admired by those everyone heralds the greats and has been so for generations. i doubt she will ever be as popular as warranted as she is too 'too' in any and all measurements of value. one does not really read Virginia Woolf; one uneasily snuggles up and quietly slips into the lovers arms of immersion and its addictive caustic allures. 'you will be fine.' the doctor hums as he waves a tattered arm and shuffles out of the room to call his brother, the undertaker. 'you will love reading Woolf,' the unknown figure stumbles as i shuffle into the dark, haphazardly kicking Lizzy Borden's bloody alleged hatchet into a far corner, 'what harm ever came from reading a book?'
Bravo, sir!
Remember balderdash?
thanks much for this
life saver thanks
For chapter 4 it’s at 30:01
Thank you!😊
18:46 bookmarked! Thanks for this reading btw.☺️
Please can someone explain to me on chapter 6 why mr ramsay was thinking about the alphabet why he want to reach R why Q didn't get the meaning
It’s a metaphor for human intellectual achievement. Ramsey knows that his studies (Q) represent a great achievement. But he is conscious that he has not been a once-in-a-generation talent (Z) or even one of those who is a great commentator on what others have done. He has no realistic way to get to Z ie to produce a universal masterpiece of some kind but he wonders what is holding him back from going just a little farther, thinking just a little deeper (R).
Chapter 6
1:01:55
I dont listen it cause i had read it in paper format.i think this one and years are her best books.but if i would choose,between this and the years,i would choose the last.cheers
I hope the reader can read Mrs Dalloway someday
Bookmark: 52:26
For chapter 6 it’s 1:01:46
Chapter 6 - 1:01:48
27:33 bookmark all she could do now....
Bookmark: 1:01:50
CH 7: 1:16:31
bookmark: 31:52
Is it only I who find it hard to follow?
Self Bookmark: 26:51
1:01:54 chpter 6
Feed 8 children on philosophy
And yet you shall go with it all and the bill for the greenhouse was 50 pounds (after talking about p pointless life and cancer)
He would've written more books if he'd not married (looking at lighthouse)
Chapter 9 1:37:56
I am listening to this because it is featured as one of the 3 books that are legal to read in the most recent film interpretation of Fahrenheit 451. Is it because the book is well written but meaningless or is it something else? I'd love to get some insight.
I haven't seen it but from what I've read, in the film, books are replaced by "emoji adaptations"? I suppose they picked To the Lighthouse because it's a classic and they wanted to show how books were transformed? Idk
Such a nice voice. I'm using this comment as a bookmark 59:06
2:15:09 Ch 11
whatever you do don't look up pictures of virginia woolf. that is a major uncanny valley.
2:00:00
2:30:34 bookmark
Who was the publisher of this edition?
It's a Legamus audiobook, read by Cori Samuels. They're free MP3/Ogg Vorbis audiobooks of works in the European public domain.
thank you!@@Nullifidian
31:51
Bookmark 1: 23:50
1:03
3:38:14 harum scarum
Bookmark 26:33
Bookmark: 3:08:39
26:35 bookmarking for me
2:15:07 ch11
bookmark, 52:15 chapter 5
1:37:52 chapter 9
2:37:10 chapter 13
3:01:06 chapter 17
2:15:14
Chapter 5
52:20
26:33
52:19
02:37:12
Her reading is unnerving. I quit.
Her reading is actually AMAZING!!!!
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Why weird accent
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Brilliant reader but this is another ranting of a lunatic in the same vein as James Joyce
Yeah that's pretty how I'd define modernism haha
Narrator's voice too childish to finish alas. Sounds silly. Far too many audiobook readers should never narrate anything - they don't have the proper timbre or resonance to narrate anything, which is a loss to the authors.
Chapter 7
1:16:30
Chapter 8
1:25:00
26:54
52:17
2:03:03
52:20
2:53:27
2:06:20
2:37:10
Army 💜 ~
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