Миссис Дэллоуэй

           Hehadanadmirablemanner,ashebentandstraightenedhimself,bentandstraightenedhimselfandannouncedwithperfectimpartiality“LadyandMissLovejoy...SirJohnandLadyNeedham...MissWeld...Mr.Walsh.”Hismannerwasadmirable;hisfamilylifemustbeirreproachable,exceptthatitseemedimpossiblethatabeingwithgreenishlipsandshavencheekscouldeverhaveblunderedintothenuisanceofchildren.

           “Howdelightfultoseeyou!”saidClarissa.Shesaidittoeveryone.Howdelightfultoseeyou!Shewasatherworst—effusive,insincere.Itwasagreatmistaketohavecome.Heshouldhavestayedathomeandreadhisbook,thoughtPeterWalsh;shouldhavegonetoamusichall;heshouldhavestayedathome,forheknewnoone.

           Ohdear,itwasgoingtobeafailure;acompletefailure,ClarissafeltitinherbonesasdearoldLordLexhamstoodthereapologisingforhiswifewhohadcaughtcoldattheBuckinghamPalacegardenparty.ShecouldseePeteroutofthetailofhereye,criticisingher,there,inthatcorner.Why,afterall,didshedothesethings?Whyseekpinnaclesandstanddrenchedinfire?Mightitconsumeheranyhow!Burnhertocinders!Betteranything,betterbrandishone’storchandhurlittoearththantaperanddwindleawaylikesomeEllieHenderson!ItwasextraordinaryhowPeterputherintothesestatesjustbycomingandstandinginacorner.Hemadeherseeherself;exaggerate.Itwasidiotic.