Миссис Дэллоуэй

           Withasuddenimpulse,withaviolentanguish,forthiswomanwastakingherdaughterfromher,Clarissaleantoverthebannistersandcriedout,“Remembertheparty!Rememberourpartytonight!”

           ButElizabethhadalreadyopenedthefrontdoor;therewasavanpassing;shedidnotanswer.

           Loveandreligion!thoughtClarissa,goingbackintothedrawing-room,tinglingallover.Howdetestable,howdetestabletheyare!FornowthatthebodyofMissKilmanwasnotbeforeher,itoverwhelmedher—theidea.Thecruelestthingsintheworld,shethought,seeingthemclumsy,hot,domineering,hypocritical,eavesdropping,jealous,infinitelycruelandunscrupulous,dressedinamackintoshcoat,onthelanding;loveandreligion.Hadsheevertriedtoconvertanyoneherself?Didshenotwisheverybodymerelytobethemselves?Andshewatchedoutofthewindowtheoldladyoppositeclimbingupstairs.Letherclimbupstairsifshewantedto;letherstop;thenlether,asClarissahadoftenseenher,gainherbedroom,parthercurtains,anddisappearagainintothebackground.Somehowonerespectedthat—thatoldwomanlookingoutofthewindow,quiteunconsciousthatshewasbeingwatched.Therewassomethingsolemninit—butloveandreligionwoulddestroythat,whateveritwas,theprivacyofthesoul.TheodiousKilmanwoulddestroyit.Yetitwasasightthatmadeherwanttocry.

           Lovedestroyedtoo.Everythingthatwasfine,everythingthatwastruewent.TakePeterWalshnow.