Night and Day Virginia Woolf Chapter 6 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | Night and Day Virginia Woolf Chapter 6 Of all the hours of an ordinary working week-day which are the pleasantest to look forward to and to look back upon If a single instance is of use in framing a theory it may be said that the minutes between nine-twenty-five and nine-thirty in the morning had a singular charm for Mary Datchet. She spent them in a very enviable frame of mind her contentment was almost unalloyed. High in the air as her flat was some beams from the morning sun reached her even in November striking straight at curtain chair and carpet and painting there three bright true spaces of green blue and purple upon which the eye rested with a pleasure which gave physical warmth to the body. There were few mornings when Mary did not look up as she bent to lace her boots and as she followed the yellow rod from curtain to breakfast-table she usually breathed some sigh of thankfulness that her life provided her with such moments of pure enjoyment. She was robbing no one of anything and yet to get so much pleasure from simple things such as eating one s breakfast alone in a room which had nice colors in it clean from the skirting of the boards to the corners of the ceiling seemed to suit her so thoroughly that she used at first to hunt about for some one to apologize to or for some flaw in the situation. She had now been six months in London and she could find no flaw but that as she invariably concluded by the time her boots were laced was solely and entirely due to the fact that she had her work. Every day as she stood with her dispatch-box in her hand at the door of her flat and gave one look back into the room to see that everything was straight before she left she said to herself that she was very glad that she was going to leave it all that to have sat there all day long in the enjoyment of leisure would have been intolerable. Out in the street she liked to think herself one of the workers who at this hour take their way in rapid single file along all the
