But although quoting long passages in a Goodreads review is not usually my modus operandi, I feel I must do so here just to demonstrate my point. In short, this novel contains some of the most beautiful writing I’ve ever seen in print e-ink (welcome to the 21st century, Mrs D). But I do know that the effort to get back onto her belt are handsomely rewarded. Whether this is a result of my own inabilities or whether Woolf’s dreamy style leads me naturally astray into my own wanderings, I do not know. But at times, I find myself falling off the conveyor belt. For the most part, the ride is smooth as Woolf transitions from one consciousness to another. Dalloway is like being a piece of luggage on an airport conveyor belt, traversing lazily through a crowd of passengers, over and around and back again, but with the added bonus of being able to read people’s thoughts as they pass this one checking his flight schedule, that one arguing with his wife, the one over there struggling with her cart, bumping into those arguing and checking.
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