Миссис Дэллоуэй

           Itwasjealousythatwasatthebottomofit—jealousywhichsurviveseveryotherpassionofmankind,PeterWalshthought,holdinghispocket-knifeatarm’slength.ShehadbeenmeetingMajorOrde,Daisysaidinherlastletter;saiditonpurposeheknew;saidittomakehimjealous;hecouldseeherwrinklingherforeheadasshewrote,wonderingwhatshecouldsaytohurthim;andyetitmadenodifference;hewasfurious!AllthispotherofcomingtoEnglandandseeinglawyerswasn’ttomarryher,buttopreventherfrommarryinganybodyelse.Thatwaswhattorturedhim,thatwaswhatcameoverhimwhenhesawClarissasocalm,socold,sointentonherdressorwhateveritwas;realisingwhatshemighthavesparedhim,whatshehadreducedhimto—awhimpering,snivellingoldass.Butwomen,hethought,shuttinghispocket-knife,don’tknowwhatpassionis.Theydon’tknowthemeaningofittomen.Clarissawasascoldasanicicle.Thereshewouldsitonthesofabyhisside,lethimtakeherhand,givehimonekiss—Herehewasatthecrossing.