To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is.
   At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.
   Leonard, always the years between us, always the years.
   Always the love. Always the hours.

 

   Woolf的侧脸被Nicole刻画的像一面哭墙，抑郁沉闷的Richmond，她说，有人必须死去，诗人会死，充满幻想的人也是。

   在这一天，在所有岁月里的这一天，她只能选择死亡求得解脱。