"desiring truth, awaiting it, laboriously distilling a few words, for ever desiring - (a cry starts to the left, another to the right. wheels strike divergently. omnibuses conglomerate in conflict) - for ever desiring - (the clock asseverates with twelve distinct strokes that it is midday; light sheds gold scales; children swarm) - for ever desiring truth. red is the dome; coins hang on the trees; smoke trails from the chimneys; bark, shout, cry 'iron for sale' - and truth?"
/ excerpt from 'monday or tuesday' by virginia woolf