When I returned from London recently I decided to reread Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway. I last read it in my first year in college and was contemptuous of Clarissa Dalloway, an intelligent woman whose only means of expression is the parties she throws. I had a different view of her now.
I think it's unnecessary for me to review the book here. I just didn't want anyone to think I no longer read.
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