Will, I must say that I have to agree with you with your many points.  I found myself a little disappointed with how many of the characters had treated the death of Septimus, especially Clarissa Dalloway… She was appalled that such a thing like death could be spoken at her party, yet she thought of it so lightly.  Death as a way to communicate, death as happiness, an embrace in death?  She did not know this man, but she thought of his death as something so personal to her.  “She did not pity him, with all this going on” was something that she had thought.  But I asked myself, with all what going on?  A party?  Her continuation of life?  These things were much more important to her than the death of a young man?  I’m not sure about you, Will, but I found myself thinking a little on the side of Peter; Clarissa is shallow to me.

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