Миссис Дэллоуэй

           Butifhecanconceiveofher,theninsomesortsheexists,hethinks,andadvancingdownthepathwithhiseyesuponskyandbranchesherapidlyendowsthemwithwomanhood;seeswithamazementhowgravetheybecome;howmajestically,asthebreezestirsthem,theydispensewithadarkflutteroftheleavescharity,comprehension,absolution,andthen,flingingthemselvessuddenlyaloft,confoundthepietyoftheiraspectwithawildcarouse.

           Sucharethevisionswhichproffergreatcornucopiasfulloffruittothesolitarytraveller,ormurmurinhisearlikesirenslollopingawayonthegreenseawaves,oraredashedinhisfacelikebunchesofroses,orrisetothesurfacelikepalefaceswhichfishermenflounderthroughfloodstoembrace.

           Sucharethevisionswhichceaselesslyfloatup,pacebeside,puttheirfacesinfrontof,theactualthing;oftenoverpoweringthesolitarytravellerandtakingawayfromhimthesenseoftheearth,thewishtoreturn,andgivinghimforsubstituteageneralpeace,asif(sohethinksasheadvancesdowntheforestride)allthisfeveroflivingweresimplicityitself;andmyriadsofthingsmergedinonething;andthisfigure,madeofskyandbranchesasitis,hadrisenfromthetroubledsea(heiselderly,pastfiftynow)asashapemightbesuckedupoutofthewavestoshowerdownfromhermagnificenthandscompassion,comprehension,absolution.So,hethinks,mayInevergobacktothelamplight;tothesitting-room;neverfinishmybook;neverknockoutmypipe;neverringforMrs.