Status Updates From Bà Dalloway

pg. 33 🌈🌈🌈🌈“It was something central which permeated; something warm which broke up surfaces and rippled the cold contact of man and woman, or of women together. For that she could dimly perceive. She resented it, had a scruple picked up Heaven knows where, or, as she felt, dent by Nature (who is invariably wise); yet she could not resist sometimes yielding to the charm of a woman….”

The stream of consciousness style of the writing has felt strange to me. That mixed with looking up so many unfamiliar historical and English references has made this book slow going. I’ve made it this far. I’ll keep going in short sessions alternating with another book I find more entertaining.