“Far was Italy and the white houses and the room where her sister sat making hats, and the streets crowded every evening with people walking, laughing out loud, not half alive like people here, huddled up in Bath chairs, looking at a few ugly flowers stuck in pots!” (Woolf, 11 -12)
We are taken away from Clarissa’s inner consciousness and transported into Rezia’s memories of home. These thoughts arise when she steps away from her husband Septimus. An expression of nostalgia and frustration of her current life and her closeted secret regarding her husband’s madness. The only escape she can find was of a better life back in her native Italy.