I am Peter Walsh. I am also Clarissa and Sally. I could be Septimus, but I would rather not be.
Mrs. Dalloway was not an easy book to read. At a maximum rate of 10 pages a day, it is finally back on the bookshelf. It took me a while to digest, fluttering through the characters' minds, confused as a reader, this book deserves (or needs) seconds. Apart from admiring the language, the wordiness and the characters (whom i think combine to form an alter ego of me) these are some excerpts that stuck.
"Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.""What does a brain matter,.... when compared with the heart?""What is this terror? what is this ecstacy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?It is Clarissa he said.For there she was."
from Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
