Місіс Деллоуей

           HowshehadgotthroughlifeonthefewtwigsofknowledgeFräuleinDanielsgavethemshecouldnotthink.Sheknewnothing;nolanguage,nohistory;shescarcelyreadabooknow,exceptmemoirsinbed;andyettoheritwasabsolutelyabsorbing;allthis;thecabspassing;andshewouldnotsayofPeter,shewouldnotsayofherself,Iamthis,Iamthat.

           Heronlygiftwasknowingpeoplealmostbyinstinct,shethought,walkingon.Ifyouputherinaroomwithsomeone,upwentherbacklikeacat’s;orshepurred.DevonshireHouse,BathHouse,thehousewiththechinacockatoo,shehadseenthemalllituponce;andrememberedSylvia,Fred,SallySeton—suchhostsofpeople;anddancingallnight;andthewaggonsploddingpasttomarket;anddrivinghomeacrossthePark.SherememberedoncethrowingashillingintotheSerpentine.Buteveryoneremembered;whatshelovedwasthis,here,now,infrontofher;thefatladyinthecab.