The Strangeness Of It

Damselfly. Joris Hoefnagel (b. 1542 Antwerp, Belgium, d. 1601 Vienna, Austria)

“Watching him, it seemed as if a fibre, very thin but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body… as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zig-zagging to show us the true nature of life. Thus displayed one could not get over the strangeness of it.”

Virginia Woolf,  “The Death of the Moth”

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