Please select your favorite moment, phrase, or sentence and describe it (if it's a moment) or just quote it (if it's a phrase or a sentence). Don't discuss it at this time. Just describe it or quote it.
Note: there are notes in theback of the book that explain certain obscurities.
Don't forget your inferences and supporting observations concerning your chosen poem. Please have these in hand-in-able form (typing not necessary).
If you're doing a revision of your first essay, it's also due Tuesday.
Thank you
Don't forget your inferences and supporting observations concerning your chosen poem. Please have these in hand-in-able form (typing not necessary).
If you're doing a revision of your first essay, it's also due Tuesday.
Thank you
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"The comprehension of growing old, Peter Walsh thought, coming out of Regent's Park, and holding his hat in hand, was simply this; that the passions remain as strong as ever, but one has gained- at last!- the power which adds the supreme flavour to existence,- the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it round, slowly, in the light." (page 77)
I found this to be a pretty powerful quotation: "He was not in love with her any more! he only felt, after seeing her that morning, among her scissors and silks, making ready for the party, unable to get away from the thought of her; she kept coming back and back like a sleeper jolting against him in a railway carriage; which was not being in love, of course; it was thinking of her, criticizing her, starting again, after thirty years, trying to explain her." (pg. 74)
"The only thing to do was to pelt him with sugared almonds- it was at dinner. But Clarissa sucked it all in; thought it so honest of him; so independent of him; Heaven knows if she didn't think him the most original mind she'd ever met!" (73)
"These parties for example were all for him, or for her idea of him (to do Richard justice he would have been happier farming in Norfolk). She had made her drawing-room a sort of meeting place; she had a genius for it. Over and over again he had seen her take some raw youth, twist him, turn him, wake him up; set him going. Infinite numbers of dull people conglomerated round her of course." (Pg 75)
"Thought people had no right to slouch about with their hands in their pockets; must do something, be something;"
"Lady Bexborough, she said once, held herself upright (so did Clarrissa herself; she never lounged in any sense of the word; she was straight as a dart, a little rigid in fact." Both page 75.
"One of the things he remembered best was an argument one Sunday morning at Bourton about women's rights (that antediluvian topic), when Sally suddenly lost her temper, flared up, and told Hugh that he represented all that was most detestable in British middle-class life." (page71)
I thought Virginia Woolf utilized syntax and diction in this passage, thus making it compelling: "Over and over again he had seen her take some raw youth, twist him, turn him, wake him up; set him going"(page 75).
"A whole lifetime was too short to bring out, now that one had acquired the power, the full flavour; to extract every ounce of pleasure, every shade of meaning; which both were so much more solid than they used to be, so much less personal." (77)
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This is a pretty fabulous quote: "The word 'time' split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time." (pg. 69-70)
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I just love how Peter thinks about women's 'lack of passion' is the exact some thing women complain about men. Gotta love the irony.
"All this pother of coming to England and seeing lawyers wasn't to marry her, but to prevent her from amrrying anybody else. That was what tortured him, that was what came over him when he saw Clarissa so calm, so cold, so intent on her dress or whatever it was; realising what she might have spared him, what she had reduced him to - a whimpering, snivelling old ass. But women, he thought, shutting his pocket-knife, don't know what passion is. They don't know the meaning of it to men. Clarissa was as cold as an icicle. There she would sit on the sofa by his side, let him take her hand, hive him one kiss - Here he was at the crossing." (pg 79)
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"Every woman, even the most respectable, had roses blooming under glass; lips cut with a knife; curls of Indian ink; there was design, art, everywhere; a change of some sort had undoubtedly taken place." [P. 70]
"Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was, however; there she was. No, no, no! He was not in love with her any more! He only felt, after seeing her that morning, among her scissors and silks, making ready for the party, unable to get away from the thought of her she kept coming back and back like a sleeper jolting against him in a railway carriage which was not being in love, of course; it was thinking of her, criticising her, starting again, after thirty years, trying to explain her." (page 74).
"A terrible confession it was... but now, at the age of fifty-three one scarcely needed people anymore. Like itself, every moment of it, every drop of it, here, this instant, now, in the sun, in Regent's Park, was enough. Too much indeed. A whole lifetime was too short to bring out, now that one had acquired the power, the full flavour; to extract every ounce of pleasure, every shade of meaning; which both were so much more solid than they used to be, so much less personal." (page 77)
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"The obvious thing to say of her was that she was worldly; cared too much for rank and society and getting on in the world-which was true in a sense; she had admitted it to him. (you could always get her to own up if you took the trouble; she was honest)"
"The only thing to do was to pelt him with sugared almonds" (73).
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"With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes-one of the tragedies of married life."(75)
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"She was at a high School, at the inarticulate stage last time her was over, a round-eyed, pale-faced girl, with nothing of her mother in her, a silent stolid creature, who took it all as a matter of course, let her mother make a fuss of her, and then said " May I go now?" like a child of four; going off, Clarissa explained, with that mixture of amusement and pride which Dalloway himself seemed to rouse in her, to play hockey." (page 77
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really great quotes.
"There was a garden where they used to talk, a wlled-in place, with rose bushes and giant cauliflowers -- he could remember Sally tearing off a rose, stoppping to exclaim at the beauty of the cabbage leaves in the moonlight (it was extraordinary how vividly it all came back to him, things he hadn't thought of for years), while she implored him, half laughing of course, to carry off Clarissa, to save her from the Hughs and the Dalloways and all the other "perfect gentlemen" who would "stifle her soul" (she wrote reams of poetry in those days), make a mere hostess of her, encourage her worldliness. (page 74)
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