A seemingly routine day is taken apart moment by moment and thought by thought, revealing an influence on Ms. Woolf by Freud and James Joyce. As a society woman makes her way through her day, events, people, and memories intrude, and the web of life that holds this one woman reveals the depths of existence.
For being a (very) short informative analysis of Mrs Dalloway, the pompous writing was irritating and at times even downright pretentious. I also personally disagreed with some of the analysis described, but wholly agree with one well-described observation: "Woolf offers us the human personality in its most disciplined sanity and in its most chaotic insanity."