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“What does the brain matter compared with the heart?”

One could not be in love twice, he said. And what could she say? Still, it is better to have loved

[...] a moment, in which things came together; this ambulance; and life and death.

“I never go to parties [...] . “People don’t ask me to parties” [...] She had suffered so horribly. “Why should they ask me?” she said. “I’m plain, I’m unhappy.” She knew it was idiotic. But it was all those people passing [...] who made her say it. However, she was Doris Kilman. She had her degree. She was a woman who had made her way in the world.

But why should she have to suffer when other women, like Clarissa Dalloway, escaped? Knowledge comes through suffering, said Mr Whittaker.

Es un libro complicado porque hay partes que me entretienen y otras de pronto que no me interesan en absoluto.
Creo que son los personajes mezclados con el stream of consciousness.

Thus, when she said in her offhand way “How’s Clarissa?” husbands had difficulty in persuading their wives and indeed, however devoted, were secretly doubtful themselves, of her interest in women who often got in their husbands’ way, prevented them from accepting posts abroad, and had to be taken to the seaside in the middle of the session to recover from influenza.

One cannot bring children into a world like this. One cannot perpetuate suffering, or increase the breed of these lustful animals, who have no lasting emotions, but only whims and vanities, eddying them now this way, now that.

But [...] when Evans was killed, just before the Armistice, in Italy, Septimus, far from showing any emotion or recognizing that here was the end of a friendship, congratulated himself upon feeling very little and very reasonably. The War had taught him. It was sublime.