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    Of course, she said to herself, coming into the room, she had to comehere to get something she wanted. First she wanted to sit down in a particularchair under a particular lamp. But she wanted something more,though she did not know, could not think what it was that she wanted.

  She looked at her husband (taking up her stocking and beginning toknit), and saw that he did not want to be interrupted— that was clear.

  He was reading something that moved him very much. He was halfsmiling and then she knew he was controlling his emotion. He was tossingthe pages over. He was acting1 it—perhaps he was thinking himselfthe person in the book. She wondered what book it was. Oh, it was oneof old Sir Walter's she saw, adjusting the shade of her lamp so that thelight fell on her knitting. For Charles Tansley had been saying (shelooked up as if she expected to hear the crash of books on the floorabove), had been saying that people don't read Scott any more. Then herhusband thought, "That's what they'll say of me;" so he went and got oneof those books. And if he came to the conclusion "That's true" whatCharles Tansley said, he would accept it about Scott. (She could see thathe was weighing, considering, putting this with that as he read.) But notabout himself. He was always uneasy about himself. That troubled her.

  He would always be worrying about his own books—will they be read,are they good, why aren't they better, what do people think of me? Notliking to think of him so, and wondering if they had guessed at dinnerwhy he suddenly became irritable2 when they talked about fame andbooks lasting3, wondering if the children were laughing at that, shetwitched the stockings out, and all the fine gravings came drawn5 withsteel instruments about her lips and forehead, and she grew still like atree which has been tossing and quivering and now, when the breezefalls, settles, leaf by leaf, into quiet.

  It didn't matter, any of it, she thought. A great man, a great book,fame—who could tell? She knew nothing about it. But it was his waywith him, his truthfulness—for instance at dinner she had been thinking quite instinctively6, If only he would speak! She had complete trust inhim. And dismissing all this, as one passes in diving now a weed, now astraw, now a bubble, she felt again, sinking deeper, as she had felt in thehall when the others were talking, There is somethingwant—something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeperwithout knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed. And shewaited a little, knitting, wondering, and slowly rose those words theyhad said at dinner, "the China rose is all abloom and buzzing with thehoney bee," began washing from side to side of her mind rhythmically,and as they washed, words, like little shaded lights, one red, one blue,one yellow, lit up in the dark of her mind, and seemed leaving theirperches up there to fly across and across, or to cry out and to be echoed;so she turned and felt on the table beside her for a book.

  And all the lives we ever livedAnd all the lives to be,Are full of trees and changing leaves,she murmured, sticking her needles into the stocking. And she openedthe book and began reading here and there at random7, and as she did so,she felt that she was climbing backwards8, upwards9, shoving her way upunder petals10 that curved over her, so that she only knew this is white, orthis is red. She did not know at first what the words meant at all.

  Steer11, hither steer your winged pines, all beaten Marinersshe read and turned the page, swinging herself, zigzagging12 this wayand that, from one line to another as from one branch to another, fromone red and white flower to another, until a little sound roused her—herhusband slapping his thighs13. Their eyes met for a second; but they didnot want to speak to each other. They had nothing to say, but somethingseemed, nevertheless, to go from him to her. It was the life, it was thepower of it, it was the tremendous humour, she knew, that made himslap his thighs. Don't interrupt me, he seemed to be saying, don't sayanything; just sit there. And he went on reading. His lips twitched4. Itfilled him. It fortified14 him. He clean forgot all the little rubs and digs ofthe evening, and how it bored him unutterably to sit still while peopleate and drank interminably, and his being so irritable with his wife andso touchy15 and minding when they passed his books over as if they didn'texist at all. But now, he felt, it didn't matter a damn who reached Z (ifthought ran like an alphabet from A to Z). Somebody would reach it—ifnot he, then another. This man's strength and sanity16, his feeling forstraight forward simple things, these fishermen, the poor old crazed creature in Mucklebackit's cottage made him feel so vigorous, so relievedof something that he felt roused and triumphant17 and could not chokeback his tears. Raising the book a little to hide his face, he let them falland shook his head from side to side and forgot himself completely (butnot one or two reflections about morality and French novels and Englishnovels and Scott's hands being tied but his view perhaps being as true asthe other view), forgot his own bothers and failures completely in poorSteenie's drowning and Mucklebackit's sorrow (that was Scott at his best)and the astonishing delight and feeling of vigour18 that it gave him.

  Well, let them improve upon that, he thought as he finished thechapter. He felt that he had been arguing with somebody, and had gotthe better of him. They could not improve upon that, whatever theymight say; and his own position became more secure. The lovers werefiddlesticks, he thought, collecting it all in his mind again. That's fiddlesticks,that's first-rate, he thought, putting one thing beside another. Buthe must read it again. He could not remember the whole shape of thething. He had to keep his judgement in suspense19. So he returned to theother thought—if young men did not care for this, naturally they did notcare for him either. One ought not to complain, thought Mr Ramsay, tryingto stifle20 his desire to complain to his wife that young men did not admirehim. But he was determined21; he would not bother her again. Herehe looked at her reading. She looked very peaceful, reading. He liked tothink that every one had taken themselves off and that he and she werealone. The whole of life did not consist in going to bed with a woman, hethought, returning to Scott and Balzac, to the English novel and theFrench novel.

  Mrs Ramsay raised her head and like a person in a light sleep seemedto say that if he wanted her to wake she would, she really would, butotherwise, might she go on sleeping, just a little longer, just a littlelonger? She was climbing up those branches, this way and that, layinghands on one flower and then another.

  Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose,she read, and so reading she was ascending22, she felt, on to the top, onto the summit. How satisfying! How restful! All the odds23 and ends of theday stuck to this magnet; her mind felt swept, felt clean. And then thereit was, suddenly entire; she held it in her hands, beautiful and reasonable,clear and complete, here—the sonnet24.

  But she was becoming conscious of her husband looking at her. Hewas smiling at her, quizzically, as if he were ridiculing25 her gently for being asleep in broad daylight, but at the same time he was thinking, Goon reading. You don't look sad now, he thought. And he wondered whatshe was reading, and exaggerated her ignorance, her simplicity26, for heliked to think that she was not clever, not book-learned at all. Hewondered if she understood what she was reading. Probably not, hethought. She was astonishingly beautiful. Her beauty seemed to him, ifthat were possible, to increaseYet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,As with your shadow I with these did play,she finished.

  "Well?" she said, echoing his smile dreamily, looking up from herbook.

  As with your shadow I with these did play,she murmured, putting the book on the table.

  What had happened, she wondered, as she took up her knitting, sinceshe had seen him alone? She remembered dressing27, and seeing themoon; Andrew holding his plate too high at dinner; being depressed28 bysomething William had said; the birds in the trees; the sofa on the landing;the children being awake; Charles Tansley waking them with hisbooks falling—oh, no, that she had invented; and Paul having a wash-leather case for his watch. Which should she tell him about?

  "They're engaged," she said, beginning to knit, "Paul and Minta.""So I guessed," he said. There was nothing very much to be said aboutit. Her mind was still going up and down, up and down with the poetry;he was still feeling very vigorous, very forthright29, after reading aboutSteenie's funeral. So they sat silent. Then she became aware that shewanted him to say something.

  Anything, anything, she thought, going on with her knitting. Anythingwill do.

  "How nice it would be to marry a man with a wash-leather bag for hiswatch," she said, for that was the sort of joke they had together.

  He snorted. He felt about this engagement as he always felt about anyengagement; the girl is much too good for that young man. Slowly itcame into her head, why is it then that one wants people to marry? Whatwas the value, the meaning of things? (Every word they said now wouldbe true.) Do say something, she thought, wishing only to hear his voice.

  For the shadow, the thing folding them in was beginning, she felt, to close round her again. Say anything, she begged, looking at him, as if forhelp.

  He was silent, swinging the compass on his watch-chain to and fro,and thinking of Scott's novels and Balzac's novels. But through thecrepuscular walls of their intimacy30, for they were drawing together, involuntarily,coming side by side, quite close, she could feel his mind likea raised hand shadowing her mind; and he was beginning, now that herthoughts took a turn he disliked—towards this "pessimism31" as he calledit—to fidget, though he said nothing, raising his hand to his forehead,twisting a lock of hair, letting it fall again.

  "You won't finish that stocking tonight," he said, pointing to her stocking.

  That was what she wanted—the asperity32 in his voice reproving her.

  If he says it's wrong to be pessimistic probably it is wrong, she thought;the marriage will turn out all right.

  "No," she said, flattening33 the stocking out upon her knee, "I shan't finishit."And what then? For she felt that he was still looking at her, but that hislook had changed. He wanted something—wanted the thing she alwaysfound it so difficult to give him; wanted her to tell him that she lovedhim. And that, no, she could not do. He found talking so much easierthan she did. He could say things—she never could. So naturally it wasalways he that said the things, and then for some reason he would mindthis suddenly, and would reproach her. A heartless woman he calledher; she never told him that she loved him. But it was not so—it was notso. It was only that she never could say what she felt. Was there nocrumb on his coat? Nothing she could do for him? Getting up, she stoodat the window with the reddish-brown stocking in her hands, partly toturn away from him, partly because she remembered how beautiful it oftenis—the sea at night. But she knew that he had turned his head as sheturned; he was watching her. She knew that he was thinking, You aremore beautiful than ever. And she felt herself very beautiful. Will younot tell me just for once that you love me? He was thinking that, for hewas roused, what with Minta and his book, and its being the end of theday and their having quarrelled about going to the Lighthouse. But shecould not do it; she could not say it. Then, knowing that he was watchingher, instead of saying anything she turned, holding her stocking, andlooked at him. And as she looked at him she began to smile, for thoughshe had not said a word, he knew, of course he knew, that she loved him.

   He could not deny it. And smiling she looked out of the window andsaid (thinking to herself, Nothing on earth can equal this happiness)—"Yes, you were right. It's going to be wet tomorrow. You won't be ableto go." And she looked at him smiling. For she had triumphed again. Shehad not said it: yet he knew.


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1 acting czRzoc     
n.演戏,行为,假装;adj.代理的,临时的,演出用的
参考例句:
  • Ignore her,she's just acting.别理她,她只是假装的。
  • During the seventies,her acting career was in eclipse.在七十年代,她的表演生涯黯然失色。
2 irritable LRuzn     
adj.急躁的;过敏的;易怒的
参考例句:
  • He gets irritable when he's got toothache.他牙一疼就很容易发脾气。
  • Our teacher is an irritable old lady.She gets angry easily.我们的老师是位脾气急躁的老太太。她很容易生气。
3 lasting IpCz02     
adj.永久的,永恒的;vbl.持续,维持
参考例句:
  • The lasting war debased the value of the dollar.持久的战争使美元贬值。
  • We hope for a lasting settlement of all these troubles.我们希望这些纠纷能获得永久的解决。
4 twitched bb3f705fc01629dc121d198d54fa0904     
vt.& vi.(使)抽动,(使)颤动(twitch的过去式与过去分词形式)
参考例句:
  • Her lips twitched with amusement. 她忍俊不禁地颤动着嘴唇。
  • The child's mouth twitched as if she were about to cry. 这小孩的嘴抽动着,像是要哭。 来自《简明英汉词典》
5 drawn MuXzIi     
v.拖,拉,拔出;adj.憔悴的,紧张的
参考例句:
  • All the characters in the story are drawn from life.故事中的所有人物都取材于生活。
  • Her gaze was drawn irresistibly to the scene outside.她的目光禁不住被外面的风景所吸引。
6 instinctively 2qezD2     
adv.本能地
参考例句:
  • As he leaned towards her she instinctively recoiled. 他向她靠近,她本能地往后缩。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • He knew instinctively where he would find her. 他本能地知道在哪儿能找到她。 来自《简明英汉词典》
7 random HT9xd     
adj.随机的;任意的;n.偶然的(或随便的)行动
参考例句:
  • The list is arranged in a random order.名单排列不分先后。
  • On random inspection the meat was found to be bad.经抽查,发现肉变质了。
8 backwards BP9ya     
adv.往回地,向原处,倒,相反,前后倒置地
参考例句:
  • He turned on the light and began to pace backwards and forwards.他打开电灯并开始走来走去。
  • All the girls fell over backwards to get the party ready.姑娘们迫不及待地为聚会做准备。
9 upwards lj5wR     
adv.向上,在更高处...以上
参考例句:
  • The trend of prices is still upwards.物价的趋向是仍在上涨。
  • The smoke rose straight upwards.烟一直向上升。
10 petals f346ae24f5b5778ae3e2317a33cd8d9b     
n.花瓣( petal的名词复数 )
参考例句:
  • white petals tinged with blue 略带蓝色的白花瓣
  • The petals of many flowers expand in the sunshine. 许多花瓣在阳光下开放。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
11 steer 5u5w3     
vt.驾驶,为…操舵;引导;vi.驾驶
参考例句:
  • If you push the car, I'll steer it.如果你来推车,我就来驾车。
  • It's no use trying to steer the boy into a course of action that suits you.想说服这孩子按你的方式行事是徒劳的。
12 zigzagging 3a075bffeaf9d8f393973a0cb70ff1b6     
v.弯弯曲曲地走路,曲折地前进( zigzag的现在分词 );盘陀
参考例句:
  • She walked along, zigzagging with her head back. 她回头看着,弯弯扭扭地向前走去。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • We followed the path zigzagging up the steep slope. 我们沿着小径曲曲折折地爬上陡坡。 来自互联网
13 thighs e4741ffc827755fcb63c8b296150ab4e     
n.股,大腿( thigh的名词复数 );食用的鸡(等的)腿
参考例句:
  • He's gone to London for skin grafts on his thighs. 他去伦敦做大腿植皮手术了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The water came up to the fisherman's thighs. 水没到了渔夫的大腿。 来自《简明英汉词典》
14 fortified fortified     
adj. 加强的
参考例句:
  • He fortified himself against the cold with a hot drink. 他喝了一杯热饮御寒。
  • The enemy drew back into a few fortified points. 敌人收缩到几个据点里。
15 touchy PJfz6     
adj.易怒的;棘手的
参考例句:
  • Be careful what you say because he's touchy.你说话小心,因为他容易生气。
  • He's a little touchy about his weight.他对自己的体重感到有点儿苦恼。
16 sanity sCwzH     
n.心智健全,神智正常,判断正确
参考例句:
  • I doubt the sanity of such a plan.我怀疑这个计划是否明智。
  • She managed to keep her sanity throughout the ordeal.在那场磨难中她始终保持神志正常。
17 triumphant JpQys     
adj.胜利的,成功的;狂欢的,喜悦的
参考例句:
  • The army made a triumphant entry into the enemy's capital.部队胜利地进入了敌方首都。
  • There was a positively triumphant note in her voice.她的声音里带有一种极为得意的语气。
18 vigour lhtwr     
(=vigor)n.智力,体力,精力
参考例句:
  • She is full of vigour and enthusiasm.她有热情,有朝气。
  • At 40,he was in his prime and full of vigour.他40岁时正年富力强。
19 suspense 9rJw3     
n.(对可能发生的事)紧张感,担心,挂虑
参考例句:
  • The suspense was unbearable.这样提心吊胆的状况实在叫人受不了。
  • The director used ingenious devices to keep the audience in suspense.导演用巧妙手法引起观众的悬念。
20 stifle cF4y5     
vt.使窒息;闷死;扼杀;抑止,阻止
参考例句:
  • She tried hard to stifle her laughter.她强忍住笑。
  • It was an uninteresting conversation and I had to stifle a yawn.那是一次枯燥无味的交谈,我不得不强忍住自己的呵欠。
21 determined duszmP     
adj.坚定的;有决心的
参考例句:
  • I have determined on going to Tibet after graduation.我已决定毕业后去西藏。
  • He determined to view the rooms behind the office.他决定查看一下办公室后面的房间。
22 ascending CyCzrc     
adj.上升的,向上的
参考例句:
  • Now draw or trace ten dinosaurs in ascending order of size.现在按照体型由小到大的顺序画出或是临摹出10只恐龙。
23 odds n5czT     
n.让步,机率,可能性,比率;胜败优劣之别
参考例句:
  • The odds are 5 to 1 that she will win.她获胜的机会是五比一。
  • Do you know the odds of winning the lottery once?你知道赢得一次彩票的几率多大吗?
24 sonnet Lw9wD     
n.十四行诗
参考例句:
  • The composer set a sonnet to music.作曲家为一首十四行诗谱了曲。
  • He wrote a sonnet to his beloved.他写了一首十四行诗,献给他心爱的人。
25 ridiculing 76c0d6ddeaff255247ea52784de48ab4     
v.嘲笑,嘲弄,奚落( ridicule的现在分词 )
参考例句:
  • Proxmire has made himself quite a reputation out of ridiculing government expenditure he disagrees with. 普罗克斯迈尔对于他不同意花的政府开支总要取笑一番,他因此而名声大振。 来自辞典例句
  • The demonstrators put on skits ridiculing the aggressors. 游行的人上演了活报剧来讽刺侵略者。 来自互联网
26 simplicity Vryyv     
n.简单,简易;朴素;直率,单纯
参考例句:
  • She dressed with elegant simplicity.她穿着朴素高雅。
  • The beauty of this plan is its simplicity.简明扼要是这个计划的一大特点。
27 dressing 1uOzJG     
n.(食物)调料;包扎伤口的用品,敷料
参考例句:
  • Don't spend such a lot of time in dressing yourself.别花那么多时间来打扮自己。
  • The children enjoy dressing up in mother's old clothes.孩子们喜欢穿上妈妈旧时的衣服玩。
28 depressed xu8zp9     
adj.沮丧的,抑郁的,不景气的,萧条的
参考例句:
  • When he was depressed,he felt utterly divorced from reality.他心情沮丧时就感到完全脱离了现实。
  • His mother was depressed by the sad news.这个坏消息使他的母亲意志消沉。
29 forthright xiIx3     
adj.直率的,直截了当的 [同]frank
参考例句:
  • It's sometimes difficult to be forthright and not give offence.又直率又不得罪人,这有时很难办到。
  • He told me forthright just why he refused to take my side.他直率地告诉我他不肯站在我这一边的原因。
30 intimacy z4Vxx     
n.熟悉,亲密,密切关系,亲昵的言行
参考例句:
  • His claims to an intimacy with the President are somewhat exaggerated.他声称自己与总统关系密切,这有点言过其实。
  • I wish there were a rule book for intimacy.我希望能有个关于亲密的规则。
31 pessimism r3XzM     
n.悲观者,悲观主义者,厌世者
参考例句:
  • He displayed his usual pessimism.他流露出惯有的悲观。
  • There is the note of pessimism in his writings.他的著作带有悲观色彩。
32 asperity rN6yY     
n.粗鲁,艰苦
参考例句:
  • He spoke to the boy with asperity.他严厉地对那男孩讲话。
  • The asperity of the winter had everybody yearning for spring.严冬之苦让每个人都渴望春天。
33 flattening flattening     
n. 修平 动词flatten的现在分词
参考例句:
  • Flattening of the right atrial border is also seen in constrictive pericarditis. 右心房缘变平亦见于缩窄性心包炎。
  • He busied his fingers with flattening the leaves of the book. 他手指忙着抚平书页。


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