His loose papers, etc, are
kept in a stiff-backed portfolio
Septimus:We shed as we pick
up, like travellers who must
carry everything in their arms,
and what we let fall will be
picked up by those behind. The
procession is very long and life
is very short
Septimus:'I made love to your
wife in the gazebo.'
rather than a
'perpendicular poke'
Hannah: The
decline of thinking to
feeling
Hannah: It's the
wanting to know that
makes us matter.
Thomasina: if you stir
backwards, the jam will
not come together
again
A peacock-coloured display handkerchief
boils over in his breast pocket
Hannah: The
whole Romantic
sham
Chloe enters in
stockinged feet
Hannah: He's my peg for the nervous
breakdown of the Romantic Imagination.
Hannah: Oh! but... how beautiful!
[when seeing Valentine's computer]
Her interest has
switched in the
mercurial way
characterized of her.