In some passages - melodramatic though they may be - I can see myself (not the lesbian or suicidal parts, in case you were wondering):
She would not say of any one in the world now that they were this or that. She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged... She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.This is a lovely book that I plan to revisit and read more carefully when I have time. Some bits really make me think, and seem familiar to me, as I said. But right now, I just want to cruise through it and finish up so I have a good background for The Hours. Moving right along!