PRESENT

-She stiffened a little on the kerb, waiting for Durtnall’s van to pass.

-For having lived in Westminster – how many years  now? Over twenty, - one feels even in the midst f the traffic, or walking at the night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense (but that might be her heart, affected, they said, by influenza) before Big Ben strikes.

-For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same;

-In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the jingle and strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life in London; this moment of June.

PAST

-Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself

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- And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning – fresh as if issued to children on the beach

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- For so it had always seemed to her when, with a little squeak of the hinges, which she could hear now, she had burst open the French windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air.

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- the air was in the early morning

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- Peter Walsh said, “Musing among the vegetables?” – was that it? – “I prefer men to cauliflowers” – was that it? He must have said it at breakfast one morning when she had gone out on to the terrace – Peter Walsh.

-A charming woman, Scrope Purvis thought her (knowing her as one does know people who live next door to one in Westminster);

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-a touch of the bird about her, of the jay, blue-green, light, vivacious, thought she was over fifty, and grown very white since her illness.

-There she perched, never seeing him, waiting to cross, very upright.

- can’t be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life

FUTURE

-He would be back from India one of these days, June or July