Миссис Дэллоуэй

           HerehewaswalkingacrossLondontosaytoClarissainsomanywordsthathelovedher.Whichoneneverdoessay,hethought.Partlyone’slazy;partlyone’sshy.AndClarissa—itwasdifficulttothinkofher;exceptinstarts,asatluncheon,whenhesawherquitedistinctly;theirwholelife.Hestoppedatthecrossing;andrepeated—beingsimplebynature,andundebauched,becausehehadtramped,andshot;beingpertinaciousanddogged,havingchampionedthedown-troddenandfollowedhisinstinctsintheHouseofCommons;beingpreservedinhissimplicityyetatthesametimegrownratherspeechless,ratherstiff—herepeatedthatitwasamiraclethatheshouldhavemarriedClarissa;amiracle—hislifehadbeenamiracle,hethought;hesitatingtocross.ButitdidmakehisbloodboiltoseelittlecreaturesoffiveorsixcrossingPiccadillyalone.Thepoliceoughttohavestoppedthetrafficatonce.HehadnoillusionsabouttheLondonpolice.Indeed,hewascollectingevidenceoftheirmalpractices;andthosecostermongers,notallowedtostandtheirbarrowsinthestreets;andprostitutes,goodLord,thefaultwasn’tinthem,norinyoungmeneither,butinourdetestablesocialsystemandsoforth;allofwhichheconsidered,couldbeseenconsidering,grey,dogged,dapper,clean,ashewalkedacrosstheParktotellhiswifethathelovedher.

           Forhewouldsayitinsomanywords,whenhecameintotheroom.