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# text # books # the hours
She feels the presence of her own ghost; the part of her at once most indestructibly alive and least distinct; the part that owns nothing; that observes with wonder and detachment, like a tourist in a museum,
— Michael Cunningham, from The Hours (Farrar, Straus and Giroux , 1998)
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