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Ellie's avatar

People don't experience the world in a vacuum. Each person, each object, each sound or smell evokes old memories, as well as creates new ones. What is the present, anyway? Does such a thing even exist? Septimus is an extreme case, his present all shaky and mixed up. But even Mrs. Dalloway, for all intents and purposes a regular person, can't make two steps without speaking to the ghost of Peter Walsh, without seeing young Hugh walking arm in arm with his older self. Without remembering long-lost mornings and flower fields. Young Maisie will be old one day and she will remember that odd couple instead of the panic she felt, because of the panic she felt. Synapses are formed and we bring them along, and don't they get all tangled up? Woolf deeply understands this, how people are shaped by thousands little contexts. One roll of the dice, we could have been loved. Another roll, birds are talking to us in Greek. And we're all together in this, and all fundamentally alone, the dictionary to decipher ourselves hidden even to us.

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Ronald Turnbull's avatar

A very trivial one sorry to start but Septimus's brown shoes are a social faux pas. In the 1920s a gentleman does not wear brown shoes in town (ie in London). Whereas upper middle class Mrs D observes social proprieties.

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