To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septimus now...

“I jumped up and ran after the words that trailed like the dangling string from …”

“Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always…”

“thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning—fresh as if issued to children on a b…”

“The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the …”