Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (1925) Happy Dalloway Day, again, on this Wednesday in the middle of June. In England, a bit warm, as fresh as Clarissa’s morning in the book. Today I bring you a passage I hope you will enjoy. This is Clarissa Dalloway recalling being eighteen and in love with her friend Sally. [...]
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (1925) “If Woolf was better acquainted with profound sorrow than most, she was also, by some mysterious manifestation of will, better than almost anyone at conveying the pure joy of being alive. The quotidian pleasure of simply being present in the world.” – Michael Cunningham Mrs Dalloway follows Clarissa Dalloway as [...]
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