Місіс Деллоуей

           Andtheywentfurtherandfurtherfromher,beingattachedtoherbyathinthread(sincetheyhadlunchedwithher)whichwouldstretchandstretch,getthinnerandthinnerastheywalkedacrossLondon;asifone’sfriendswereattachedtoone’sbody,afterlunchingwiththem,byathinthread,which(asshedozedthere)becamehazywiththesoundofbells,strikingthehourorringingtoservice,asasinglespider’sthreadisblottedwithrain-drops,and,burdened,sagsdown.Sosheslept.

           AndRichardDallowayandHughWhitbreadhesitatedatthecornerofConduitStreetattheverymomentthatMillicentBruton,lyingonthesofa,letthethreadsnap;snored.Contrarywindsbuffetedatthestreetcorner.Theylookedinatashopwindow;theydidnotwishtobuyortotalkbuttopart,onlywithcontrarywindsbuffetingthestreetcorner,withsomesortoflapseinthetidesofthebody,twoforcesmeetinginaswirl,morningandafternoon,theypaused.Somenewspaperplacardwentupintheair,gallantly,likeakiteatfirst,thenpaused,swooped,fluttered;andalady’sveilhung.Yellowawningstrembled.Thespeedofthemorningtrafficslackened,andsinglecartsrattledcarelesslydownhalf-emptystreets.InNorfolk,ofwhichRichardDallowaywashalfthinking,asoftwarmwindblewbackthepetals;confusedthewaters;ruffledthefloweringgrasses.