Місіс Деллоуей

           Andinthelargesquarewherethecabsshotandswervedsoquick,therewereloiteringcouples,dallying,embracing,shrunkupundertheshowerofatree;thatwasmoving;sosilent,soabsorbed,thatonepassed,discreetly,timidly,asifinthepresenceofsomesacredceremonytointerruptwhichwouldhavebeenimpious.Thatwasinteresting.Andsoonintotheflareandglare.

           Hislightovercoatblewopen,hesteppedwithindescribableidiosyncrasy,lentalittleforward,tripped,withhishandsbehindhisbackandhiseyesstillalittlehawklike;hetrippedthroughLondon,towardsWestminster,observing.

           Waseverybodydiningout,then?Doorswerebeingopenedherebyafootmantoletissueahigh-steppingolddame,inbuckledshoes,withthreepurpleostrichfeathersinherhair.Doorswerebeingopenedforladieswrappedlikemummiesinshawlswithbrightflowersonthem,ladieswithbareheads.Andinrespectablequarterswithstuccopillarsthroughsmallfrontgardenslightlyswathedwithcombsintheirhair(havingrunuptoseethechildren),womencame;menwaitedforthem,withtheircoatsblowingopen,andthemotorstarted.Everybodywasgoingout.Whatwiththesedoorsbeingopened,andthedescentandthestart,itseemedasifthewholeofLondonwereembarkinginlittleboatsmooredtothebank,tossingonthewaters,asifthewholeplacewerefloatingoffincarnival.