Complete Works of Virginia Woolf: The Voyage Out
But she could not explain to herself why suddenly as her aunt spoke the whole system in which they lived had appeared before her eyes as something quite unfamiliar and inexplicable, and themselves as chairs or umbrellas dropped about here and there without any reason.
and she leant over and kissed her with some emotion, and the argument was spilt irretrievably about the place like a bucket of milk.
that can not be understood or explained;
that you can never make right or get back