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LONDON, June 13, 1923
Those ruffians dead Gods|shan't have it all their own way.
Those gods who never lose |a chance of hurting, foughting ...
are seriously put out|if all the same, you behave like a lady.
Of course, now I think there are no | Gods and there's no one to blame.
It's so very dangerous to live | for only one day.
I buy the flowers myself, Lucy. | Yes, ma'am.
And Mrs Walker |said not to forget that
Rumplemayers's men| will be here at eleven.
I won't forget.
Oh, what a day, Lucy! |What a day for my party.
What a luck!
What a plunge!
What a plunge!
Good morning to you, Clarissa. | Hugh!
And where are you off to? | To buy flowers for my party.
I love walking in London on a day|like this. It's better that in the country.
Evelyn wouldn't agree with you there. | She can't bear coming out to town.
I had to get her to come up to see W. Bud.
He's putting her in a nursing home, | for a few days.
No, nothing serious. She's just a good deal |out of salts.
The war may be over, | but there is still the echoe of it.
The Boxborough boy| was killed, you know ...
and she is very close|to Lady Boxborough.
And Evelyn takes things badly.
Yes, one does still hear dreadful stories.
I must get on. The'll be waiting for this, | at the palace.
Will you still come to my party tonight?
Oh, yes! Evelyn absolutly insists I go.
Hugh Whitbread. I can forgive you | liking him, Clarissa.
He's a buffon. Even when he plays tennis, | his hair doesn't move.
He's a barbers block. An imbecil. |He thinks of nothing but his clothes.
I like him.
How can you? He's never read anything. |Never thought anything.
Never felt anything!
Stabel boys are more likeable than|Hugh.
Sally says | he tried to kiss her in the smoking-room.
Oh! | She didn't let him? She rather die first.
Good for Sally. She sees through that | public school nonsense.
Old manners and breeding.
No country but England | could have produced Hugh.
He is sweet and unselfish | and he's very good to his mother.
You're so sentimental, Clarissa!
And you're impossible!
Oh, what beautiful flowers! |That's absolutly wonderful, Sally.
Oh, I thought Sally could be trusted |to do the flowers.
That's wicked. To cut off the heads | of those flowers. Really...
I think they're beautiful.
Peter, look at the flowers.
Roses for the hall, I think.
And sweet peas for the table, | perhaps?
Yes! Sweet pea to the table. | It will be perfect!
Those awful motorcars.
Yes | Of course, it was a car.
- I'm loose it here. | - Septimus, please. We must go on.
I'm loose it here, |and I don't know with what purpose.
Septimus, please, poeple are looking at us. |Am I blocking the way?
Bye, Mrs. Dalloway.
Mrs. Dalloway, Mrs. Dalloway. | I'm not even Clarissa anymore.
No more marrying, no more having children. |Just Mrs. Dalloway.
Mrs. Richard Dalloway, |who's to give a party.
You'll marry| a prime minister ...
and stand | at the top of the staircase.
Who'll give parties. |You'll be the perfect hostess.
You have the makings | of a perfect hostess.
You could do so much, | be so much.
What you want me to be?
Life seems to me to be very dangerous.
But one must live life |dangerously!
Look! Look, Septimus!
Is no crime.
There is no death.
The birds are singing in Greek.
The whole world is clamouring. | "Kill yourself!" "Kill yourself!"
Septimus, I'm going to walk to the lake and back.
"Kreemo". It says "Kreemo".
-So revigorating. | - I know what you meen.
The bushies, the flowers. |So well kept.Rate this script:1.0 / 1 vote
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