How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it.
— Virginia Woolf, The Mark on the Wall (1917)

Myrmecology Dies in Darkness
How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it.
— Virginia Woolf, The Mark on the Wall (1917)

[…] we’ve had some antsy thoughts along the way: These three are a nice place to start! Or this New Year’s resolution. Perhaps a thought on worldly power or a musing on the value of life suits you better. Human […]
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