Memory the seamstress

Woolf on Orlando’s train of thoughts:

[nature] has contrived that the whole assortment shall be lightly stitched together by a single thread. Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after. Thus, the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments […] (75-76)

Virginia Woolf (1928), Orlando: A Biography