Love destroyed too. Everything that was fine, everything that was true went. Take Peter Walsh now. There was a man, charming, clever, with ideas about everything. If you wanted to know about Pope, say, or Addison, or just to talk nonsense, what people were lide, what things meant, Peter knew better than any one. It was Peter who had helped her; Peter who had lent her books. Think of Peter in love-he came to see her after all these years, and what did he talk about?Himself. Horrible passion! she thought. Degrading passion! she thought.


Mrs. Dalloway. Virginia Woolf.