Through other people's bodies she felt neither love nor hate distinctly. Most consciously she felt—she had drunk sweet wine at luncheon—a desire for water. "A beaker of cold water, a beaker of cold water," she repeated, and saw water surrounded by walls of shining glass.
Well, I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married.
Here is a hall where one pays money and goes in, where one hears music among somnolent people who have come here after lunch on a hot afternoon. We have eaten beef and pudding enough to live for a week without tasting food. Therefore we cluster like maggots on the back of some thing that will carry us on.
She had never seen the sense of cutting people up, as Clarissa Dalloway did — cutting them up and sticking them together again; not at any rate when one was sixty-two.
For now that Aphra Behn had done it, girls could go to their parents and say, You need not give me an allowance; I can make money by my pen.
Well, we must wait for the future to show.