Four ---- I twiddle a piece of string; I turn over four or five coins in my trouser pocket.'. Mr Prentice at four; Mr Eyres sharp at four-thirty. This is life; Mr Prentice at four; Mr Eyres at four-thirty. But I say to myself, recovering my sanity, Mr Prentice at four; Mr Eyres at four-thirty. If you, whom I meet for the first time, were to say to me, "The coach starts at four from Piccadilly," I would not stay to fling a few necessaries in a bandbox, but would come at once. Five ---- I twiddle a piece of string; I turn over four or five coins in my trouser pocket.'. In eight days' time I shall get out of the train and stand on the platform at six twenty five. 'It is now five minutes to eight,' said Neville. By applying the standards of the West, by using the violent language that is natural to him, the bullock-cart is righted in less than five minutes. By five I knew that you were faithless. 'Now I sit on a stone seat in these gardens surveying the eternal city, and the little man who was shaving in London five days ago looks already like a heap of old clothes. Suppose I win five hundred pounds in the football competition? I spoke unreasonably as if, being a millionaire, I could throw away five shillings; or, being a perfect steeple-jack, stumbled over a footstool on purpose. Six ---- Now taking her lump of chalk she draws figures, six, seven, eight, and then a cross and then a line on the blackboard. In eight days' time I shall get out of the train and stand on the platform at six twenty five. These stone flags have been worn for six hundred years. 'Yet when six o'clock comes and I touch my hat to the commissionaire, being always too effusive in ceremony since I desire so much to be accepted; and struggle, leaning against the wind, buttoned up, with my jaws blue and my eyes running water, I wish that a little typist would cuddle on my knees; I think that my favourite dish is liver and bacon; and so am apt to wander to the river, to the narrow streets where there are frequent public-houses, and the shadows of ships passing at the end of the street, and women fighting. Could I prolong this sense another six inches I have a foreboding that I should touch some queer territory. We are landed; we are on shore; we are sitting, six of us, at a table. And we o.

Numbers in The Waves by Virginia Woolf

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