Mrs. Dalloway / Virginia Woolf
| dc.contributor | Smith, John B. Department of Computer Science Chapel Hill College Chapel Hill |
| dc.contributor.author | Woolf, Virginia, 1882-1941 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | St Albans |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T15:59:32Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T15:59:32Z |
| dc.date.created | 1925 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0149 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0149 |
| dc.description.abstract | First ed., London : L. and V. Woolf, 1925 |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 374 KB) |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.relation.isreplacedby | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1657 |
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| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | English fiction -- 20th century |
| dc.subject.other | Novels |
| dc.title | Mrs. Dalloway / Virginia Woolf |
| dc.type | Text |
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| files.size | 382382 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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<Y 1925>
<A V. WOOLF>
<T Mrs. Dalloway(Granada 1976)>
<P 5>
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers
herself ..
For Lucy had her work cut out for her . The
doors would be taken off their hinges ; Rumpelmayer's
men were coming . And then , thought
Clarissa Dalloway , what a morning -- fresh as if
issued to children on a beach ..
What a lark ! What a plunge ! For so it had
always seemed to her , when , with a little squeak
of the hinges , which she could hear now , she had
burst open the French windows and plunged at
Bourton into the open air . How fresh , how calm ,
stiller than this of course , the air was in the early
morning ; like the flap of a wave ; the kiss of a
wave ; chill and sharp and yet ( for a girl of eighteen
as she then was ) solemn , feeling as she did , standing
there at the open window , that something awful
was about to happen ; looking at the flowers , at the
trees with the smoke winding off them and the rooks
rising , falling ; standing and . . .
