“Indeed, his own life was a miracle; let him make no mistake about it; here he was, in the prime of life, walking to his house in Westminster to tell Clarissa that he loved her. Happiness is this, he thought” (Woolf 61).
Woolf, Virginia. Mrs. Dalloway. Benediction Classics, Oxford, 2017, pp. 61.
“Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing-room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!” (Woolf 66).
Woolf, Virginia. Mrs. Dalloway. Benediction Classics, Oxford, 2017, pp. 66.
“Their piety would be like their names, like their faces, like their clothes and it was idle for him to tell himself that their humble and contrite hearts, it might be, paid a far richer tribute of devotion than his had ever been, a gift tenfold more acceptable than his elaborate adoration.”
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Oxford University Press, Oxford, 2000, page 140.
“He had forgotten what his book was about.”
“The Middle Years” metonymically represents Dencombe because he forgets the contents of his book and his purpose in life.
Henry James, “The Middle Years”, H. James Complete Stories 1892-1898, The Library of America, 1996, page 337.
“He was lost, he was lost—he was lost if he couldn’t be saved.”
Dencombe is lost in the sense that he is reflecting on his life, his regrets, and the grief of his wife and son.
Henry James, “The Middle Years”, H. James Complete Stories 1892-1898, The Library of America, 1996, page 345.