The IVC book club, which meets on Tuesday afternoons, will this week discuss Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway. Rebel Girl wishes she could be there but she is happy enough to know that people will be talking about this novel. Yes. "Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? But that somehow in the streets of London, on the ebb and flow of things, here, there, she survived, Peter survived, lived in each other, she being part, she was positive, of the trees at home; of the house there, ugly, rambling all to bits and pieces as it was; part of people she never met; being laid out like a mist between people she knew best, who lifted her on their branches as she had seen the trees lift the mist, but it spread ever so far, her life, herself."
Buy some flowers for yourself. Throw a shilling in the Serpentine. Tell Sally Seton you love her.
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Fear no more the heat o’ the sun
Nor the furious winter’s rages.
and of course, throw a party!
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