Saturday, December 19, 2009
". . . She did think it mattered, her party, and it made her feel quite sick to know that it was all going wrong, all falling flat. Anything, any explosion, any horror was better than people wandering aimlessly, standing in a bunch in a corner like Ellie Henderson, not even caring to hold themselves upright.
Gently the yellow curtain with all the birds of Paradise blew out and it seemed as if there were a flight of wings into the room, right out, then sucked back. (For the windows were open.)
[. . .]
The curtain with its flight of birds of Paradies blew out again. And Clarissa saw - she saw Ralph Lyon beat it back, and go on talking. So it wasn't a failture after all! it was going to be all right now - her party. It had begun. It had started. But it was still touch and go. She must stand there for the present. People seemed to come in a rush.
Colonel and Mrs Garrod... Mr Hugh Whitbread... Mr Bowley... Mrs Hilbery... Lady Mary Maddox... Mr Quin... intoned Wilkin. She had six or seven words with each, and they went on, they went into the rooms; into something now, not nothing, since Ralph Lyon had beat back the curtain. . . ."
--- Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
Thanks to everybody from the NUS Comics and Animation Society alumni for supporting and making today's party a great success! It was a real pleasure to see and talk to all of you again. I wish I could have spent more time with each and every one of you, but I'm sure we'll meet again in the near future =)
kaoru said at 4:20 AM
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