<html><head></head><body><div class="yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><div><p class="ydp443bd2f7MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Dear Woolfians,</p><p class="ydp443bd2f7MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </p><p class="ydp443bd2f7MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I am trying to recall a passage I read long ago and cannot even remember if it was an essay or short story. What I recall is Woolf or her narrator is talking about how as civilization changes our emotional responses to the suffering of others changes too. The image I recall (vaguely) was her comparing times in history when people could walk by public hangings without much disturbance while in her time most people could not endure watching a public hanging without pain, severe upset, and public hangings were no longer acceptable.</p><p class="ydp443bd2f7MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </p><p class="ydp443bd2f7MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I know this is vague—but does anyone recognize these "moment" in her prose and the source?</p><p class="ydp443bd2f7MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </p><p class="ydp443bd2f7MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Morgne Cramer</p></div><br></div></div></body></html>