Mrs. Dalloway

Evans!

Don't come!

Those ruffians dead Gods shan't have it all their own way.

Those gods who never lose a chance of hurting, foughting...

and spoiling human lives...

are seriously put out if all the same, you behave like a lady.

Of course, now I think there are no Gods and there's no one to blame.

It's so very dangerous to live for only one day.

I buy the flowers myself, Lucy. Yes, ma'am.

And Mrs Walker said not to forget that

Rumplemayers's men will be here at eleven.

I won't forget.

Oh, what a day, Lucy! What a day for my party.

What a luck!

What a plunge!

What a plunge!

Good morning to you, Clarissa. Hugh!

And where are you off to? To buy flowers for my party.

I love walking in London on a day like this. It's better that in the country.

Evelyn wouldn't agree with you there. She can't bear coming out to town.

I had to get her to come up to see W. Bud.

He's putting her in a nursing home, for a few days.

Nothing serious?

No, nothing serious. She's just a good deal out of salts.

The war may be over, but there is still the echoe of it.

The Boxborough boy was killed, you know...

and she is very close to Lady Boxborough.

And Evelyn takes things badly.

Yes, one does still hear dreadful stories.

I must get on. The'll be waiting for this, at the palace.

Will you still come to my party tonight?

Oh, yes! Evelyn absolutly insists I go.

Hugh Whitbread. I can forgive you liking him, Clarissa.

He's a buffon. Even when he plays tennis, his hair doesn't move.

He's a barbers block. An imbecil. He thinks of nothing but his clothes.

I like him.

How can you? He's never read anything. Never thought anything.

Never felt anything!

Stabel boys are more likeable than Hugh.

Sally says he tried to kiss her in the smoking-room.

Oh! She didn't let him? She rather die first.

Good for Sally. She sees through that public school nonsense.

Old manners and breeding.

No country but England could have produced Hugh.

He is sweet and unselfish and he's very good to his mother.

You're so sentimental, Clarissa!

And you're impossible!

Oh, what beautiful flowers! That's absolutly wonderful, Sally.

Oh, I thought Sally could be trusted to do the flowers.

That's wicked. To cut off the heads of those flowers. Really...

I think they're beautiful.

Peter, look at the flowers.

Yes.

Roses for the hall, I think.

And sweet peas for the table, perhaps?

Yes! Sweet pea to the table. It will be perfect!

Those awful motorcars.

Yes Of course, it was a car.

- I'm loose it here. - Septimus, please. We must go on.

I'm loose it here, and I don't know with what purpose.

Septimus, please, poeple are looking at us. Am I blocking the way?

Allright, then.

Bye, Mrs. Dalloway.

Mrs. Dalloway, Mrs. Dalloway. I'm not even Clarissa anymore.

No more marrying, no more having children. Just Mrs. Dalloway.

Mrs. Richard Dalloway, who's to give a party.

You'll marry a prime minister...

and stand at the top of the staircase.

Who'll give parties. You'll be the perfect hostess.

You have the makings of a perfect hostess.

You could do so much, be so much.

What you want me to be?

Life seems to me to be very dangerous.

But one must live life dangerously!

Look! Look, Septimus!

Is no crime.

There is no death.

The birds are singing in Greek.

The whole world is clamouring. "Kill yourself!" "Kill yourself!"

Septimus, I'm going to walk to the lake and back.

"Kreemo". It says "Kreemo".

-So revigorating. - I know what you meen.

The bushies, the flowers. So well kept.

Yes, this is a wonderful garden. Beautiful.

You should see the Milan gardens!

What a strange person. She's a foreigner.

Make it now... Make it now...

But there is a God! No one kills from hatred!

Evans!

For God sake! Don't come!

T... O...

F... F...

E... And!

It says "toffee"! I know it's "toffee".

Look, Lucy.

It sayed "Kreemo toffee".

There was a phone message, ma'am.

Mr. Dalloway sayed to tell you he would not be home for lunch.

He would be lunching at lady Bruton's.

He did!

Lady Bruton. Well...

Clarissa, my darling. Parliament sits so late...

and the doctor said you must get your rest.

You must sleep undisturbed.

Fear no more the heat of the sun...

nor the furious winter's rages.

It's all over for me.

The sheets stretched and the bed narrow.

What we need to do is abolish private property...

because that really is what causes all the problems.

Let's write a letter to the Times about it.

Then, we should found a society...

to abolish private property and do away with it forever and ever.

This house as well?

You always look so virginal, Clarissa!

I am virginal.

Are you in love with Peter?

Oh, love...

I don't know.

But you love me?

Damn and blust! I left my sponge in the bathroom.

Tell me to go and get it, like this!

You wouldn't! I would!

Is it all over for me?

I've come up to the tower and left them all blackberrying in the sun.

Don't run, Clarissa! Young ladies don't run.

Leipzig is good, but I think Heidelberg is beautiful...

especially this time of year. The "Philosopher's Walk".

It reminds me very much of here, with the gardens.

You are most fortunate the way your gardens are done.

And you have many trees. The colors and the way it's all been orchestrated.

It's tremendously fine. I think this is a great achievement of the English garden.

"Love in her sunny eyes, just basking play.

Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair. "

"Love does both on her lips, forever stray...

and saws and reaps a thousand kisses there."

"N'or all her outfought parts love's always seen...

but, oh, he never went within."

Clarissa.

What?

The men leed such exciting lives...

but their poor wives don't seems to do so well.

Marriage is a catastrophe for women.

But it is inevitable, isn't it?

Sally...

Will we always be together?

Always! Always!

We'll do everything together. We'll change the world! Come on.

Oh, Lucy!

Silver does look nice.

The doors are of the hangers in the dining room, ma'am.

And Rumplemayers's men will be here soon.

Can I help you with that, ma'am? No, Lucy.

You've got enough to do.

Star gazing, are we?

Yes.

Come on, Joseph. You know the stars, you can tell us which is which.

You see that star, just above the horizon?

Yes. That's Antares.

Heart of the Scorpio constellation.

He's name means "rival of Mars."

And that one?

Ask Libra, we have Alpha. There goes bright star.

And see how Altair, the brightest star of equality Eagle...

shines in the east for us today.

Ms. Kilman and I are going out. Is there anything we can get for you, Mother?

Where are you going, Elisabeth dear?

Ms. Kilman is taking me to meet the Rev. Whitacker.

Reverend Whitacker. Ah, yes.

Wasn't he the very instrument in your conversion, Ms. Kilman?

Yes, he helped bring me to our Lord.

And is today's visit part of the history lesson?

The reverend Whitacker is also a historian, Mother.

He can put this true religion in a proper perspective.

I wonder what that is.

I've never wanted to convert anyone, I hope. I just want everyone to be themselves.

I've often thought that religious fanaticism can make a person...

rather careless.

Mother! We just going to talk to him.

You won't forget about my party tonight, Elizabeth!

I was going to help Mrs. Kilman sort the clothes for the mission.

Well, I dare say Ms. Kilman could spare you for one evening.

I'll see, Mother. We must go, or we'll be late.

It all seems useless. Going on being in love. Going on quarreling.

Going on making out. But Peter, you want so much from me!

You leave me nothing to myself. You want every little bit of me!

Well, I do! I want us to be everything to each other.

But that's all so suffocating!

God! God! God!

Peter Walsh!

Clarissa. Peter!

But you're in India.

No, didn't you get my last letter? I said I'd be here in June.

No. Your last letter said that you might be back...

But I never suspected it.

It's extraordinary how Peter can put me in this state, just by coming here.

He looks awfully well.

It's heavenly to see you again, Peter.

I arrived last night.

Playing with his knife. How is everything? How are you?