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“Fear no more,' said Clarissa. Fear no more the heat o' the sun; for the shock of Lady Burton asking Richard to lunch without her made the moment in which she had stood shiver, as a plant on the river-bed feels the shock of a passing oar and shivers: so she rocked: so she shivered”
― Mrs. Dalloway
― Mrs. Dalloway
“Richard has improved. You are right,' said Sally. 'I shall go and talk to him. I shall say good-night. What does the brain matter,' said Lady Rosseter, getting up, 'compared with the heart?'
'I will come,' said Peter, but he sat on for a moment. What was this terror? what is this ecstasy? the thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?
It is Clarissa, he said.
For there she was”
― Mrs. Dalloway
'I will come,' said Peter, but he sat on for a moment. What was this terror? what is this ecstasy? the thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?
It is Clarissa, he said.
For there she was”
― Mrs. Dalloway
“He looked at people outside; happy they seemed, collecting in the middle of the street, shouting, laughing, squabbling over nothing. But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over him—he could not feel...He could reason; he could read...he could add up his bill; his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world then—that he could not feel”
― Mrs. Dalloway
― Mrs. Dalloway
“...Her fine eyes, having no eyes to meet, gazed ahead, blank, bright, with the staring incredible innocence of sculpture”
― Mrs. Dalloway
― Mrs. Dalloway
“The clock began striking. The young man had killed himself; but she did not pity him; with the clock striking the hour, one, two, three, she did not pity him, with all this going on. There! the old lady had put out her light! the whole house was dark now with this going on, she repeated, and the words came to her, Fear no more the heat of the sun. She must go back to them. But what an extraordinary night! She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble”
― Mrs. Dalloway
― Mrs. Dalloway
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