Mrs Dalloway Page #2

It's tremendously fine. I think this is a great |achievement of the English garden.

"Love in her sunny eyes, | just basking play.

Love walks the pleasant| mazes of her hair. "

"Love does both on her lips, | forever stray...

and saws and reaps | a thousand kisses there."

"N'or all her outfought parts| love's always seen ...

but, oh, he never went within."

Clarissa.

What?

The men leed such |exciting lives ...

but their poor wives |don't seems to do so well.

Marriage is a catastrophe | for women.

But it is inevitable, isn't it?

Sally ...

Will we always be together?

Always! Always!

We'll do everything together. |We'll change the world! Come on.

Oh, Lucy!

Silver does look nice.

The doors are of the hangers in |the dining room, ma'am.

And Rumplemayers's men| will be here soon.

Can I help you with that, ma'am? | No, Lucy.

You've got enough to do.

Star gazing, are we?

Yes.

Come on, Joseph. You know the stars, | you can tell us which is which.

You see that star, | just above the horizon?

Yes. |That's Antares.

Heart of the Scorpio|constellation.

He's name means | "rival of Mars."

And that one?

Ask Libra, we have Alpha. |There goes bright star.

And see how Altair, the | brightest star of equality Eagle...

shines in the east for us today.

Ms. Kilman and I are going out. |Is there anything we can get for you, Mother?

Where are you going, Elisabeth dear?

Ms. Kilman is taking me| to meet the Rev. Whitacker.

Reverend Whitacker. Ah, yes.

Wasn't he the very instrument| in your conversion, Ms. Kilman?

Yes, he helped bring me | to our Lord.

And is today's visit part of | the history lesson?

The reverend Whitacker is also |a historian, Mother.

He can put this true religion | in a proper perspective.

I wonder what that is.

I've never wanted to convert anyone, I hope. | I just want everyone to be themselves.

I've often thought that religious fanaticism | can make a person ...

rather careless.

Mother! We just going to talk to him.

You won't forget about my party |tonight, Elizabeth!

I was going to help Mrs. Kilman | sort the clothes for the mission.

Well, I dare say Ms. Kilman could |spare you for one evening.

I'll see, Mother. We must go, | or we'll be late.

It all seems useless. Going on being in love. |Going on quarreling.

Going on making out. | But Peter, you want so much from me!

You leave me nothing to myself. | You want every little bit of me!

Well, I do! I want us| to be everything to each other.

But that's all so suffocating!

God! God! God!

Peter Walsh!

Clarissa. | Peter!

But you're in India.

No, didn't you get my last letter? | I said I'd be here in June.

No. Your last letter said|that you might be back ...

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