下载辰思小说免费APP
“Iwasjustsayingthatpeoplearesoliketheirboots，“
saidMissAllan。Mrs。Paleydidnothear。Sherepeateditmoreloudlystill。Mrs。Paleydidnothear。Sherepeateditathirdtime。Mrs。Paleyheard，butshedidnotunderstand。
Shewasapparentlyabouttorepeatitforthefourthtime，whenRachelsuddenlysaidsomethinginarticulate，anddisappeareddownthecorridor。Thismisunderstanding，whichinvolvedacompleteblockinthepassage，seemedtoherunbearable。Shewalkedquicklyandblindlyintheoppositedirection，andfoundherselfattheendofa_cul__de__sac_。Therewasawindow，andatableandachairinthewindow，anduponthetablestoodarustyinkstand，anashtray，anoldcopyofaFrenchnewspaper，andapenwithabrokennib。Rachelsatdown，asiftostudytheFrenchnewspaper，butatearfellontheblurredFrenchprint，raisingasoftblot。
Sheliftedherheadsharply，exclaimingaloud，“It’sintolerable！“
Lookingoutofthewindowwitheyesthatwouldhaveseennothingevenhadtheynotbeendazedbytears，sheindulgedherselfatlastinviolentabuseoftheentireday。Ithadbeenmiserablefromstarttofinish；first，theserviceinthechapel；thenluncheon；
thenEvelyn；thenMissAllan；thenoldMrs。Paleyblockingupthepassage。Alldaylongshehadbeentantalizedandputoff。
Shehadnowreachedoneofthoseeminences，theresultofsomecrisis，fromwhichtheworldisfinallydisplayedinitstrueproportions。
Shedislikedthelookofitimmensely——churches，politicians，misfits，andhugeimpostures——menlikeMr。Dalloway，menlikeMr。Bax，Evelynandherchatter，Mrs。Paleyblockingupthepassage。
Meanwhilethesteadybeatofherownpulserepresentedthehotcurrentoffeelingthatrandownbeneath；beating，struggling，fretting。
Forthetime，herownbodywasthesourceofallthelifeintheworld，whichtriedtoburstforthhere——there——andwasrepressednowbyMr。Bax，nowbyEvelyn，nowbytheimpositionofponderousstupidity，theweightoftheentireworld。Thustormented，shewouldtwistherhandstogether，forallthingswerewrong，allpeoplestupid。
Vaguelyseeingthattherewerepeopledowninthegardenbeneathsherepresentedthemasaimlessmassesofmatter，floatinghitherandthither，withoutaimexcepttoimpedeher。Whatweretheydoing，thoseotherpeopleintheworld？
“Nobodyknows，“shesaid。Theforceofherragewasbeginningtospenditself，andthevisionoftheworldwhichhadbeensovividbecamedim。
“It’sadream，“shemurmured。Sheconsideredtherustyinkstand，thepen，theash-tray，andtheoldFrenchnewspaper。Thesesmallandworthlessobjectsseemedtohertorepresenthumanlives。
“We’reasleepanddreaming，“sherepeated。ButthepossibilitywhichnowsuggesteditselfthatoneoftheshapesmightbetheshapeofTerencerousedherfromhermelancholylethargy。
Shebecameasrestlessasshehadbeenbeforeshesatdown。Shewasnolongerabletoseetheworldasatownlaidoutbeneathher。
Itwascoveredinsteadbyahazeoffeverishredmist。Shehadreturnedtothestateinwhichshehadbeenallday。Thinkingwasnoescape。Physicalmovementwastheonlyrefuge，inandoutofrooms，inandoutofpeople’sminds，seekingsheknewnotwhat。
Thereforesherose，pushedbackthetable，andwentdownstairs。
Shewentoutofthehalldoor，and，turningthecornerofthehotel，foundherselfamongthepeoplewhomshehadseenfromthewindow。
Butowingtothebroadsunshineaftershadedpassages，andtothesubstanceoflivingpeopleafterdreams，thegroupappearedwithstartlingintensity，asthoughthedustysurfacehadbeenpeeledoffeverything，leavingonlytherealityandtheinstant。
Ithadthelookofavisionprintedonthedarkatnight。
Whiteandgreyandpurplefigureswerescatteredonthegreen，roundwickertables，inthemiddletheflameofthetea-urnmadetheairwaverlikeafaultysheetofglass，amassivegreentreestoodoverthemasifitwereamovingforceheldatrest。
Assheapproached
