--> I'm gathering lines of text I love for my final double-post. My plan is to write a prose poem of my own, incorporating many of these borrowed lines from Mrs. Dalloway. In the poem, I will explore some of the big ideas in our course.
"What a lark! What a plunge!" (1)
"What she loved; life; London; this moment of June" (2).
"such was her darkness" (20)
"There was an emptiness about the heart of life; an attic room" (26)
"So on a summer's day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying 'that is all' more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, That is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. And the body alone listens to the passing bee; the wave breaking; the dog barking, far away barking and barking" (33-34).
"What is it? Where am I? And why, after all, does one do it?" (45)
"Beauty was everywhere" (61).
"that extraordinary gift, that woman's gift, of making a world of her own wherever she happened to be" (66)
"it might be possible that the world itself is without meaning" (77)
"But--but--why did she suddenly feel, for no reason that she could discover, desperately unhappy?" (106)
"What she liked was simply life" (107).
"... how unbelievable death was! --that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all; how, every instant..." (108)
"it is the privilege of loneliness; in privacy one may do as one chooses" (134)
"...to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places" (135)
"the unseen part of us" (35)
"Absorbing, mysterious, of infinite richness, this life" (144).
"...every one was unreal in one way; much more real in another" (151)
"how it is certain we must die" (155)
"Are we not all prisoners?" (170)
"What is this terror? what is this ecstasy?" (171)