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<Y 1925>
<A V. WOOLF>
<T Mrs. Dalloway(Granada 1976)>
<P 5>
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers
herself ..
For Lucy had her work cut out for her . The
doors would be taken off their hinges ; Rumpelmayer's
men were coming . And then , thought
Clarissa Dalloway , what a morning -- fresh as if
issued to children on a beach ..
What a lark ! What a plunge ! 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 . How fresh , how calm ,
stiller than this of course , the air was in the early
morning ; like the flap of a wave ; the kiss of a
wave ; chill and sharp and yet ( for a girl of eighteen
as she then was ) solemn , feeling as she did , standing
there at the open window , that something awful
was about to happen ; looking at the flowers , at the
trees with the smoke winding off them and the rooks
rising , falling ; standing and . . .
