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But then, in a new article in The New York Times Book Review Yale University senior instructor in experimental writing, Michael Cunningham gives a prologue to another issue of Woolf’s book that is so convincing it orders consideration.

Cunningham’s tale The Hours, which won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1999, gives recognition to Mrs. Dalloway.

As he reminds perusers The Hours was Virginia Woolf’s functioning title for Mrs. Dalloway – a superior decision, I think, in light of the fact that the novel covers a June day in 1923, the long periods of which cost away on Big Ben all through.

Virginia Woolf wasn’t quick to receive a free-affiliation scholarly style and a construction that ceaselessly substitutes over a wide span of time.

In 1918, in Ulysses, James Joyce presented continuous flow, as he followed his heroes, Leopold Bloom and Stephan Daedalus around Dublin for 18 hours on June 16, 1904 – occasions currently celebrated as Bloomsday.

In contrast to Ulysses, nonetheless, Mrs. Dalloway contains characters who don’t communicate. She changes starting with one then onto the next, extending the topic that we are altogether mysterious, to other people and to ourselves.

In a sentence, for instance – commonly a long sentence – a peruser can presume that Clarissa Dalloway is pretentious, thoughtful, cool, inviting, undependable, the ideal lady, attractive, pale unreliable, content.

The vagueness is especially felt when she is doing the noticing or recollecting, or when her past love interest Peter Walsh is. Back around from India, would he say he is as yet enamored with her?

It is safe to say that he is a danger taking heartfelt, a bombed extremist, a sharp pundit of society or a wistful dolt? Furthermore, Clarissa? Does she lament wedding the indifferent Richard Dalloway on the grounds that she was unable to stay aware of Peter’s enthusiasm and dreams?

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Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning—fresh as if issued to children on a beach.
What a lark! What a plunge!

For so it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak of the hinges, which she could hear now, she had burst open the French windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air.

How fresh, how calm, stiller than this of course, the air was in the early morning; like the flap of a wave; the kiss of a wave; chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen as she then was) solemn, feeling as she did, standing there at the open window, that something awful was about to happen;

looking at the flowers, at the trees with the smoke winding off them and the rooks rising, falling; standing and looking until Peter Walsh said, “Musing among the vegetables?”—was that it?—”I prefer men to cauliflowers”—was that it?
He must have said it at breakfast one morning when she had gone out on to the terrace—Peter Walsh.

He would be back from India one of these days, June or July, she forgot which, for his letters were awfully dull; it was his sayings one remem- bered; his eyes, his pocket-knife, his smile, his grumpiness and, when millions of things had utterly vanished—how strange it was!—a few sayings like this about cabbages.

She stiffened a little on the kerb, waiting for Durtnall’s van to pass. A charming woman, Scrope Purvis thought her (knowing her as one does know people who live next door to one in Westminster); a touch of the bird about her, of the jay, blue-green, light, vivacious, though she was over fifty, and grown very white since her illness. There she perched, never seeing him, waiting to cross, very upright.

For having lived in Westminster—how many years now? over twenty—one feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense (but that might be her heart, affected, they said, by influenza) before Big Ben strikes. There! Out it boomed. First

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a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. Such fools we are, she thought, crossing Victoria Street.

For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same; can’t be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life.

In peo- ple’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carri- ages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.

For it was the middle of June. The War was over, except for some one like Mrs. Foxcroft at the Embassy last night eating her heart out because that nice boy was killed and now the old Manor House must go to a cousin; or Lady Bexborough who opened a bazaar, they said, with the telegram in her hand, John, her favourite, killed; but it was over; thank Heaven—over. It was June.

The King and Queen were at the Palace. And everywhere, though it was still so early, there was a beating, a stirring of galloping ponies, tapping of cricket bats; Lords, Ascot, Ranelagh and all the rest of it;

wrapped in the soft mesh of the grey-blue morning air, which, as the day wore on, would unwind them, and set down on their lawns and pitches the bouncing ponies, whose forefeet just struck the ground and up they sprung, the whirling young men, and laughing girls in their transparent muslins who, even now, after dancing all night, were taking their absurd woolly dogs for a run;

and even now, at this hour, discreet old dowagers were shooting out in their motor cars on errands of mystery; and the shopkeepers were fidgeting in their windows with their paste and diamonds, their lovely old sea-green brooches in eighteenth-century settings to tempt Ameri- cans (but one must economise, not buy things rashly for Elizabeth), and she, too, loving it as she did with an absurd and faithful passion, being part of it, since her people were courtiers once in the time of the Georges, she, too, was going that very night to kindle and illuminate; to give her party.

But how strange, on entering the Park, the silence; the mist; the hum; the slow-swimming happy ducks; the pouched birds waddling; and who should be coming along with his back against the Govern-

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