Sally gothold of it; always after that she called
him My name is Dalloway! This susceptibility to impressions had been his undoing no
doubt.
Thisboys elegy is played among the traffic, thought
Septimus.
Hesat down beside her, and couldnt speak. Tell me,
he said, seizing her by the shoulders. Something veryimportant has happened, he
scribbled at the end of it. But other people got between them in the street,
obstructing him,blotting her out. It was horrible, terrible to see a dog become a
man!
And he actually pared his nails with
hispocket-knife. He lay back in his chair, exhausted but upheld.
Why could he seethrough bodies, see into the
future, when dogs will become men? Shehad some queer power of fiddling on ones
nerves, turning onesnerves to fiddle-strings, yes. She would have accepted him
still, perhaps, if hehad been less absurd.
Red flowers grew through his flesh; theirstiff
leaves rustled by his head.
She flung herself upon him, went intoraptures. You,
she said, only you, saying it with her whitegloves and her shoulders. She stood her
upright, dusted herfrock, kissed her.
In love, he repeated, now speaking rather dryly to
ClarissaDalloway; in love with a girl in India.
But Septimus let himself think about horrible
things, as she couldtoo, if she tried.
And theres no flesh on hisneck; his hands are red;
and hes six months older than I am! He had twenty minutes of
perfecthappiness.
Like the pulse of a perfect heart,life struck
straight through the streets.
Every one gives up something when they
marry.
Tell me, he said, seizing her by the
shoulders.
Up the street, then,towards Regents Park. Somebody
had brought him over; andClarissa got his name wrong. Ridiculous enough, still there
it is, he thought.
He was a prey to revelations at that
time.
She flung herself upon him, went
intoraptures.
Every one wobbled; every one seemed to bow, as she
spoke, and thento stand up different. It is half-past eleven, she says, and the
sound of St.
Now this statue must be brought from its height and
set downbetween them. He was a prey to revelations at that time. She was close to
him now, could see him staring at the sky,muttering, clasping his hands. Bourton was
a nice place, a very nice place,but I could never get on with the old man, he
thought. He had only to open his eyes; but a weight was on them; a fear. He has his
penny, he reasoned it out, and has goneon to the next public-house.
He has his penny, he reasoned it out, and has
goneon to the next public-house.