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love travelling by train, and this is one of the best environments for reading, Luckily I got a seat for myself and the coach is pleasant, There is so much light, How enjoyable!

What a funny way to start the book, Someone says that Clarissa Dalloway is setting off to buy the flowers, But here is the famous quote What a lark!, what a plunge!, but it is not quite at the beginning of the book and cannot quite join other iconic beginnings like Call me Ishmael.
. or Longtemps je me suis couché de bonne heure, . or En un lugar de la Mancha de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, .

Regents park is certainly my favourite park in London, She is walking through this green and fresh and cool park, Did she mention that she was going to get the flowers She meets a certain Hugh Whitbread and talks of doctors.
Id better write down the name, I always forget the names when reading, This Peter must have been her love, She is nowearlier the age ofis mentioned, We see her at two different ages then, And we hear more about her wouldbe husband, Right at the beginning. I wonder where this is taking us, Now I want to know more about her husband Richard, What is he like if she keeps him absent,

What a weird thing to say, that it was silly to have other reasons for doing things.
Much rather would she have been one of those people like Richard who did things for themselves, This quote makes me even more curious with the husband,

Peter is half Indian half English, He seems more intriguing now I feel curiosity to know more of his background,

Offering newspapers now, No, gracias. I do not have the least interest in reading one, My treat is to have these hours to read my books and continue with dreamy Clarissa instead of current affairs.


Now she mentions flowers: delphiniums, sweet peas, arum lilies and carnations, This bouquet does not equal Prousts flowers in spite of the beauty of English gardens, Carnations are the flowers most fittingly worn by gypsies, Scarlet carnations.

I am bit confused with this Septimus Warren Smith, what a weird name and makes funny initials, SMS Short Message Service.
He is. How curious, Woolfs writing is so fluid but exact ages are given to several of the characters, What is this noise thing I dont get it, The Britishness continues, now with Royal family and Ascot and Hurlingham and the Empire and Gents clubs and, of course, the Tatler.


Those svelte windmills fruit of the new aerodynamics and huge and powerful turbines in this barren landscape of La Mancha.
This is such a different view from the greenness of Regents park, and the contrast between what I see and what I imagine almost hurts my eyes.
I wonder what the dear mythical figure of Don Quijote would have made of these modern windmills he could not have thought they were giants, they are too slender.


The noise is from a car, But the explosion has not brought memories from the war to the characters, She mentions the sounds heard and the harmonies and describes the space between sound, I like this. Poor Lucrezia she says that to love makes one solitary, What a sad thing to say, And now this strange sentence, that it is cowardly for a man to say he would kill himself, It makes me very uncomfortable to read such a premonition for Virginia,

We are in Lucrezias mind now and I have not noticed how imperceptibly we the other readers and I are shifted from the mind of a person to another one.
I am finding myself reading back,

Back to Clarissa, now in her living room, looking at the silver and mending her silk dress, with the thimble.
My mother always reminded me to use the thimble, which I never quite got the hang of it, I cling to dates and to hard facts whenever they are included, otherwise I feel like swimming in the open sea.
So, Peter was in love with Clarissa in thes, and talks about the death of her soul, And five years have passed since the end of the war, And Peter now is, so one year older than Clarissa,

And here is another scene with flowers, and this time there are holly hocks, dahlias, I will have to look in google images to see what holly hocks look like, Make them float with heads cut off and make them float on water, This also reminds me of Odette who had her flowers floating on water, giving the scene a whiff of a brothel.
Aunt Helen thinks that it is wicked to treat flowers like that, Quite right! So, yes, Proust is right in mentioning this as a sign of vulgarity,

And now they bring lunch, Good. Nowadays the service in trains is as it was in planes before, My tray arrives. I suppose I am hungry and welcome the interruption, I put my book aside and note the green and ivory of the seats and walls of the train coach.


The two women kiss on the lips, Again Woolfs ghost enters through her writing, I perk up as Peter Walsh arrives to visit Clarissa, This accelerates the pulse of the plot and my curiosity is awakened, Do I detect a smack of envy in Peter He does not like the importance of the social positions of Hugh and Dalloway but plans to ask them to put him into some secretarys office with the idea of earning him abouta year.
So, he does like that importance of the two men after all, if he can also obtain a benefit,

Nothing exists outside us except a state of mind, Another modernist concept and representational issues again, Once one is aware of this, there is no going back, There is a comment now on the strange name of Septimus, So, it is indeed a strange name, It wasn't just my idea,

I think I am getting the hang of how consciousness shifts from one person to another and it is through this subtle use of the third person.
Before you realize it acts as a bridge and you are inside someone elses mind, One can feel the depression in this book, in spite of all the beautiful things mentioned,

I flick back to Jarndyce amp Jarndyce and take a break, What a change of gears this is with Dickens alliterations and repetitions, hammering ideas and making sure that he does not lose a reader and that the reader knows well where he stands.


One can watch a movie too, which is about to start, but I prefer to continue reading,

Peter Walsh is thinking of Clarissa on top of a bus, He goes through Shaftesbury Avenue, No matter how many years go by this avenue will always make me think of the Shaftesbury Psalter under its glass case at the British museum and subject of one of my BA theses.
So very beautiful. Now that the British Library has moved to Kings Cross it may no longer be on display,

Peter arrives at the hotel and reads her letter, This is a very good view into Clarissa, The temptation to live at its extremes in contrast to the assurance of an established and predictable life, This dilemma is so relevant to so many people, it is uncanny, What she said before about doing things, like her party, because she loves life does not ring entirely true, Has she fled from life in rejecting Peter

Bartlett pears, What is going on Oh, Peter is eating and observing and being observed by a Mr and Mrs Morris from Liverpool.
Walsh wears glasses and we are shifting again, Walsh has the manners of the upper class and this is what the Bartlett pears say, Is there bitterness in Woolfs irony, do I detect that she is snobbish after all, by paying so much attention to clues in social behaviour, to judge someone so much based on the persons social standing

There is something about Walsh that does not seem very attractive to me.
He appears very well pleased with himself because the Morrises like him and all because

of the Bartlett pears, Not only does she give the age of the characters, we are following the clock, I realize now and flick some pages back, Big Ben is ordering the life of Londoners, In one and a half hours we arrive at Alicante,

By law he has to be interned, if he has expressed desires to kill himself, I did not know that, Was Virginia Woolf confined Most probably, I will have to read a biography on her,

Geraniums just seem out of place in London, This city calls for more delicate flowers and colours, Tough geraniums belong to the streets of Granada under its torrid sun and adorning whitewashed walls,

Consciousness moves like a camera, shifting viewpoints and positing itself behind the eyes of different characters but it does not really change its nature as it shifts.
It just records a different discourse but language throughout remains the same Do we really enter the characters I am not sure.


Finally the husband moves in, Richard Dalloway. I like him and yet I think we are not supposed to, Conservatism vs freedom

I like the image of Lady Bruton and the hold she thinks she has on her guests.
And they went further and further away from her, being attached to her by a thin thread which would stretch and stretch, get thinner an thinner as they walked across London as if ones friends were attached to ones body, after lunching with them, by a thin thread.
. It reminds me of Mm de Guermantes eyes moving and walking away while continuing to being attached to her body by a loose thread.


They look at Spanish jewellery, What is meant by this, Isabelinas

Esthers Narration, I mean Esther Summersons, and her sweetness and clarity of mind.
Around seventy five years earlier, the life span of a person, and the language has been turned around, These modernists metamorphosed representation. Did Woolf like Dickens

One Oclock, Exact time and the age of characters are fixed and defined, and the rest flows, Big Ben sound takes us back to Clarissas drawing room, and suddenly we jump intooclock, Two hours for two paragraphs, Where is La durée

Yes, I like Richard Dalloway he is more true to himself than Walsh.
He is content even if he does not bring himself to tell her that he loves her, She is not feeling regret and I sense that she did the right choice, Walsh is full of intentions but does not succeed in taking off,

And her Party begins, and it is a bit boring to read, Spanish shawls are mentioned. What are these Mantillas or mantones de Manila They must be the second the first would be too churchy for this setting.
They are not Spanish but Chinese even if they arrived to Europe via Manila,

Finally the two men finally face each other, Everything is so buried and so well guarded and civilized that this scene just comes and goes,

Alicante. I can smell the sea with gratitude as soon as we step out of the train station, I have not been here for years, This time the centre of town, as we zigzag through the maze of streets in the taxi, makes me realize what a Moorish city it is, no wonder with such a name as AlLaqant.
These narrow streets and alleys and buildings of massive golden stone remind me of La Valleta, A port to the sea,

The choice is between roses and Geopolitik, Are we supposed to despise Clarissa, Virginia, No, what she liked was simply life, That is what I do it for, . to life. The two different aspects of India, the political or the beauty, clash, The pulling forces are the tensions for the Empire or the orchids and magnificent mountains, Everything is India. And now she sees herself carried on the back of coolies, Well, here Virginias conception of Clarissa is clear, If there were any doubts about what Woolf thinks of Clarissa now we know,

The Bradshaws arrive, Ah, yes, the doctor so yes Septimus has killed himself, I have to go back and reread that section, So subtle. I think about reading, how much the reader brings in, I knew this and project it in the text, How did I know it The section is written as a watercolour, We see the defined picture of what has happened in Clarissas party, Is she heartless, her party and the life of a suffering youth, Clarissa made out of smiling and glossy cardboard, She did not pity him, She is upset her party is being damaged, But it is Woolf herself, the creator, and not the Bradshaws, who is spoiling her party, She has served it on a platter in front of Clarissas nose, in spite of her flowers,

Are SMS and Clarissa two sides of the same coin Not perfectly, Clarissas love of life is presented as superficial and not as, literally, lifesaving, And I feel the same with the dilemma presented by the two men in her life, I would have expected Peter Walsh to present a more tantalizing view of life, She settles, contentedly, for the middle way,

I enjoy being in the Paseo now, parallel to the beach and with all those yachts, and watching passersby.
The pavement with those wave patterns in black and white and the palm tress, the distinctive image of Alicante, This pavement is from thes, almost from Clarissas time, Will sit at the heladería and finish this,

No, I am not trying to imitate Virginia Woolf, Who would dare It is just that whenever I read one of her books my mind wanders off to nowhere, or to another book, or to myself.


For there she was,

For here I am,

Looking at the sea,

And yes, what a lark!, what a plunge!


torturous, Just buy the fucking flowers, Mrs, Dalloway! In this second reading, I realized that although I have liked the book after my first reading, I hardly have understood it.
In Mrs. Dalloway, the story is said to be about the events of a day in Clarissa Dalloways life, While this is true to an extent, it is more than that, Although the story marks the events of one day, the story both goes back and forth between Clarissas youth and her present life through Clarissas thoughts.
Through one stream of thoughts, she revisits her youth, recalling the choices she made, relationships that were broken, and love unforgotten.
Another stream takes her through her present life, her relationship with her husband and daughter, and her life as an upperclass society lady.
Not only that. Clarissas life and her character are also framed through Peter Walshs thoughts, This is an interesting and colourful way to paint the true picture of Clarissa Dalloways life,

Virginia is well known for her style of writing, Her use of stream of consciousness has both attracted and deterred readers, I for a reader was attracted, although it was a difficult experience at first, The stream of consciousness is one of the most fascinating and colourful ways of writing, The thoughts, feelings, and reactions of characters, combined with an objective narrative have a personal allure, However, I personally felt that in Mrs, Dalloway, the stream of conscious writing was easy to follow and in particular interesting,

While the story centers on the life and relationships of Clarissa, Virginia also portrays the social, economic, and political changes that have and are taking place within London following World War I through the thoughts and observations of the characters.


Septimus Warren Smith, I felt, to be a subplot, Through his story, Virginia brings out the suffering of the mentally impaired, The mental and physical pain, the delusions, the desperation that ultimately paves way for committing suicide, are well and truly portrayed that the readers are overwhelmed with pity.
Virginia doesnt stop there. She goes further to show the suffering their loved ones go through, Also, by alluding Septimuss mental condition to be a direct outcome of posttraumatic stress disorder PTSD, Virginia exposes the terrible consequences of the War.
At the same time, Virginia turns her attention to treatment that is directed at these patients and exposes the ineffectiveness of them, especially those institutionalizing them and being kept in isolation.


These stories, the characters, their thoughts, observations, their points of view are presented in her beautiful, poetic, lyrical, and colourful writing.
It was such a pleasure to read those beautiful, poetic, and lyrical writing, page by page, as it paints a vivid picture of the story that she is telling.


It is amazing how much depth is carried in this short novel, No matter how many books I have read of her or how many times I have read her, Virginia Woolf never fails to amaze me with each new reading.
She is such a brilliant writer and perhaps, the best woman author of the twentieth century,

I simply loved the read this second time around, and am very happy that I was finally able to understand and appreciate this masterpiece.
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