Mrs Dalloway

“It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; the brute would be stirring, this hatred, which, especially since her illness, had power to make her feel scraped, hurt in her spine; give her physical pain, and made all pleasure in beauty, in friendship, in being well, in being loved, and making her home delightful rock, quiver, and bend as if indeed there were a monster grubbing at the roots, as if the whole panoply of content were nothing but self love! this hatred!”

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (New York: Harcourt, Inc., 2005) pg 12

This passage is so interesting to me because it describes Mrs Dalloway’s deepest feelings. It’s almost as if it is narrating her psyche.

Mrs. Dalloway

“How much she wanted it–that people should look pleased as she came in, Clarissa thought and turned and walked back towards Bond Street, annoyed, because it was silly to have other reasons for doing things” (10).

Woolf, Virginia. Mrs. Dalloway. New York: Harcourt, 1925. Print.

Something about the way Clarissa’s inner monologue works and the way the narration focalizes through her struck me in this passage, as well as Clarissa’s ideas for motivation, which is in being able to please others.