“You can’t see my bubble and I can’t see yours; all we see of each other is a speck, like the wick in the middle of that flame. The flame goes about with us everywhere; it’s not ourselves exactly, but what we feel; the world is short, or people mainly; all kinds of people.”
“A nice streaky bubble yours must be!”
“And supposing my bubble could run into some one else’s bubble–”
“And they both burst?”
“Then–then–then–it would be an e-nor-mous world.”
-Hewet and Hurst in Virginia Woolf’s The Voyage Out
