It was chivalrous because she was too remote for real companionship, so that there was always a kind of chance in one's offering. perhaps she would not perceive it. perhaps she would kindle rapture by a sudden recognition. her distance made such close moments exquisitely sweet. But alas, no humble friendship however romantic, could give her the sense that we completely shared her thoughts. the nature of them made it hard for anyone to understand. and her sorrow was very lonely. Perhaps one would come into a room unexpectedly and surprise her in tears, and, to one's miserable confusion, she would hide them instantly, and speak ordinary words, as though she did not imagine that one could understand her suffering.
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Author: Virginia Woolf