Notes on the weird – Virginia Woolf

Henry James’s ghosts have nothing in common with the violent old ghosts–the blood-stained sea captains, the white horses, the headless ladies of dark lanes and windy commons. They have their origin within us. They are present whenever the significant overflows our powers of expressing it; whenever the ordinary appears ringed by the strange. The baffling things that are left over, the frightening ones that persist–these are the emotions that he takes, embodies, makes consoling and companionable.

Virginia Woolf

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