Fridays are for readers: Mrs. Dalloway.

“You met every day; then not for six months, or years. It was unsatisfactory, they agreed, how little one knew people. But she said, sitting on the bus going up Shaftesbury Avenue, she felt herself everywhere; not “here, here, here”; and she tapped the back of the seat; but everywhere. She waved her hand, going up Shaftesbury Avenue. She was all that. So that to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places. Odd affinities she had with people she had never spoken to, some woman in the street, some man behind a counter—even trees, or barns. It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part of us, which spreads wide, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places after death . . . perhaps— perhaps.”

I have felt like this so many times… Like here and there… belonging everywhere and yet not belonging…


 Mrs. Dalloway is a piece of Art, a travel to the inner self…  that self you may not accept

sometimes, that self you may not identify or even allow to  exist. Yesterday I was having a conversation… “people  acting like the mainstream”… “people judging…” “I’m not  like them” the other said. “None of us are…. we are all  unique but some don’t accept… some just don’t search…  they don’t act how they would truly do”…

Have you ever felt nothing but everything around you?


About Emma Espejo

Graduated from English Philology in the University of Barcelona, I wanted to study a phd on Literature but ended dedicating my life to Photography. Full time teacher of English, and full time photographer (a passion can't be neglected). Working on my photography and making other people happy with my photographs makes me happy, as well as a good conversation, reading a good book and watching a good tv series. I'm a reader, dreamer, lover, photographer, writer, thinker... a little bit of everything.
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2 Responses to Fridays are for readers: Mrs. Dalloway.

  1. patricemj says:

    Yes, yes, Yes!!!!!! I have that felt that way, everyday, everywhere, here, here here. What a fantastic passage to share, thank you so much! I’m writing a blog post right now in response to this passage. Thank you for pointing me in the right direction today :). btw, i love the title to your blog, it reminded me of the Parisian word, Flaneur, for the wanderer, the person who finds her purpose in walking with no fixed purpose or intent, no necessary destination. the walk is the destination, I suppose.

  2. l0ve0utl0ud says:

    Wonderful extract. Yes, I have felt the same way. I may have to read the novel, now 🙂

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