Hi every one
I need to analize this passage from Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway by using the PSYCHOLOGICAL approch.
Since it was a very hot night and paper boys went by with placards proclaiming in huge red letters that there was a heat-wave, wicker chairs were placed on hotel steps and there, sipping, smoking, detached gentlemen sat. Peter Walsh sat there. One might fancy that day, London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and white apron to array herself in blue and pearls, day changed, put off stuff, took gauze, changed to evening, and with same sigh of exhilaration that a woman breathes, tumbling petticoats on floor, it too shed dust, heat, colour; the traffic thinned; motor cars, tinkling, darting, succeeded lumber of vans; and here and there among thick foliage of squares an intense light hung. I resign, evening seemed to say, as it paled and faded above battlements and prominences, , pointed, of hotel, flat, and block of shops, I fade, she was beginning, I disappear, but London would have none of it, and rushed her bayonets into sky, pinioned her, constrained her to partnership in her revelry.
The prolonged evening was new … inspiriting…. For as young people went by with their despatch-boxes, awfully glad to be free, proud too, dumbly, of stepping this famous pavement, joy of a kind, cheap, tinselly, if you like, but all same rapture, flushed their faces. They dressed well too; pink stockings; pretty shoes. They would now have two hours at pictures. It sharpened, it refined them, yellow-blue evening light; and on leaves in square shone lurid, livid—they looked as if dipped in sea water—foliage of a submerged city.
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