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The Theme of "Mrs. Dalloway"Author(s): Ralph SamuelsonReviewed work(s):Source: Chicago Review, Vol. 11, No. 4 (Winter, 1958), pp. 57-76Published by: Chicago ReviewStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25293400 .
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RALPH SAMUELSON
THE THEME OF MRS. DALLOWAY
D. S. Savage's intense and comprehensive attack, in The
Withered Branch, on nearly the whole canon of Virginia
Woolf's nine novels has been ignored more than it has been an
swered by any of the Virginia Woolf criticism, adulatory or
otherwise, that has appeared since publication of Savage's book.
The fact that virtually all recent criticism on Woolf has con
tinued along an aesthetic approach
to her works, indeed increases
the interest of this situation; for Savage, if he did nothing else in
his essay, demonstrated the inadequacy of the aesthetic approach. This present study does not
object to aesthetic criticism, but it
feels Savage to have a strong point when he insists that a novelist
like Virginia Woolf cannot permanently stand up merely
on the
basis of adulatory criticism which makes a totally aesthetic ap
proach to her novels and which pretends that the problem of
meaning in her novels simply need not be discussed. When
Savage attacks Woolf's themes, when he attacks her content as
insignificant, one hardly answers him by indulging in further structuralist criticism (valuable and filled with new insights as
structuralist criticism often is), which simply begs the question of significant
content.
One does not answer Savage by ignoring his attack, then, but
only by taking issue with him on his own terms?on the question of the value of Woolf's content. For surely it is not
clearly self
evident that Savage is wrong about her works; indeed, the very
sparkle and freshness of Woolf's novelistic techniques render her
content, her meaning, less obvious on a first reading than does
the method of a more "ordinary" novelist. The very fact that
her prose so approaches poetry?a phenomenon on which almost
everyone agrees, without agreeing on what her prose "says"?
should cause us, as readers and critics, to be doubly aware of the
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difficulty of extracting from its texture the "prose sense," or
what Percy Lubbock calls the "theme," of this kind of novel.
Yet this must be done if Virginia Woolf is to take a permanent
place among the first-rate English novelists. But one does not do
it by calling Mrs. Dalloway a "poem," as Leon Edel does,1 by which he somehow implies that Mrs. Dalloway is exempt from
examination by any method of prose criticism; for if it is a poem, we may still ask if it is good or bad poetry. And neither will we come to terms with Woolf 's content
by proving that one of her
novels has a certain "shape," in the sense that one of Henry
James' novels, we are told, is shaped like an "hour-glass," and
D. H. Lawrence's The Rainbow is shaped like an "arch." Is a
novel that is shaped like an hourglass therefore a
good novel? In
the long run too much of this sort of critical approach only
suc
ceeds in damning with faint praise. It fails to do what is most
important: to come to terms with meaning, and in some cases the
approach actually chokes off the possibility of getting at mean
ing. For instance, one critic has said that "time" is the "hero" of
To The Lighthouse. I do not think that time can be the hero of
anything, and in To The Lighthouse, I think that the hero, or
heroine, is Mrs. Ramsay. It is not enough, then, to
explain the methods by which Woolf
transforms her substance into art, unless one goes on to demon
strate the significance and permanence of the substance itself. To
be more specific: it is not
enough to
point to all the devices in
Mrs. Dalloway which Woolf gleaned from her reading of Ulys ses as it appeared in instalments in the Little Review: the time de
vice of action confined to a single day, and a
single day in June at that; the Royal Procession through the streets of London; the
device of "complementary" characters (what does the relation
ship between Clarissa and Septimus Smith mean, finally, in terms
of the novel's theme?). One would think, from this sort of ex
haustive comparison, which somehow remains adulatory, that
*Leon Edel, The Psychological Novel. New York: 1955. See Chapter X
throughout.
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Virginia Woolf was at once the twin and understudy of Joyce, that she had nothing individual to impart whatsoever, with the
exception of a few interesting technical modifications which
grow out of her novel like tiny shoots from the great trunk
Ulysses. What else is one to conclude when Leon Edel, for in
stance, says of Mrs. Dalloway that "the book's brilliance, as writ
ing and as poetry, lies in the skill with which Mrs. Woolf weaves
from one mind into another"?2
Let us, then, granting the technical innovations, look at Mrs.
Dalloway not as a poem, nor as a clever shifting of the stream of
consciousness from one mind into another, nor as a work which
employs an
interesting, even brilliant, use of time. Let us look at
the novel as a novel; let us, in short, ascertain what Mrs. Dallo
way is about.
My intention, then, is to return to the area of Savage's concern
?to discuss the theme of Mrs. Dalloway, and in so doing to take
issue with Savage on the matter of the significance of Woolf's
content.
In Mrs. Dalloway, Savage finds Woolf indulging in a pitiful compensation for an earlier vision in which she revealed a total
absence of belief in anything. Savage traces his point through Rachel Vinrace of The Voyage Out and Mary Datchet of Night and Day, and finally
to Clarissa Dalloway, the heroine of what
Savage sees as Woolf's most promising novel, but a novel in
which "the specific absence of belief which is shown in the earlier
novels is revealed in its reverse aspect. It takes on the appearance of belief?a positive acceptance and affirmation, not of any par ticular level of reality, but of everything, without discrimination. ... A belief so total that it engulfs the whole of experience, and
which on examination turns out to be a positive inversion of un
belief."3 I cannot accept Savage here, and feel that the novel con
tains a body of belief which is not "a positive inversion of un
2 The Psychological Novel, p. 198. 3 D. S. Savage, The Withered Branch. New York: n.d., p. 81.
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belief" by any means, but one which accepts a very particular and valuable level of reality indeed.
Savage as well as other critics has for some reason neglected
certain statements Woolf made in her Diary? statements that
lead us directly into the matter of what the novel is about. Be
sides the Diary, the only place where she comments on her work
is in the Introduction to the Random House edition of her novel;
here she tells us that in an original plan of the novel "Septimus,
who later is intended to be her double, had no existence; and that
Mrs. Dalloway was originally to kill herself, or perhaps merely to die at the end of the party."4 And in the Diary we get the fol
lowing notes: "But now what do I feel about my writing??this
book, that is, The Hours,5 if that's its name? One must write
from deep feeling, said Dostoievsky. And do I? Or do I fabricate
with words, loving them as I do? No, I think not. In this book I
have almost too many ideas. I want to give life and death, sanity
and insanity. I want to criticise the social system, and to show it
at work, at its most intense."6 And in a later entry: "I think the
design is more remarkable than in any of my books. I dare say I
shan't be able to carry it out. I am stuffed with ideas for it. I feel
I can use up everything I've ever thought. Certainly, I'm less
coerced than I've yet been. The doubtful point is, I think, the
character of Mrs. Dalloway. It may be too stiff, too glittering and tinselly."7
Contained in these hurried, exciting lines are nearly all the
major issues, the seeds of both the failures and the clear successes
of the novel itself. What is Woolf concerned about as she writes
her novel? For one thing, that there may be "too many ideas" in
it. What is the novel to be about? It is to be about "life and
death," "sanity and insanity," and is to be a criticism of the
"social system" of England. Another worry of the author is "the
4 Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway. New York: Random House, 1928, p. vi.
5 The original tentative title for Mrs. Dalloway. 6 Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary, ed. Leonard Woolf. New York: 1953, p.
56. 7 A Writer's Diary, pp. 59-60.
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character of Mrs. Dalloway," which is perhaps "too glittering and tinselly."
Not only have the implications of the above Diary statements
been ignored, but Woolf's statement on the fact that Septimus is
Clarissa's "double" has been widely misinterpreted; and the mis
interpretation of the statement must be clarified in order that the
theme of the novel may be clearly discussed. If we grant, as we
must, that Septimus Smith is the "double" of Mrs. Dalloway, and
that Septimus Smith is "insane," then it must follow that Mrs.
Dalloway herself, if not insane, is at least very close to Smith's
own state of mind, and in great sympathy with his view of real
ity. The characters are not "opposites": they do not embrace
contrary values, but very nearly identical ones. And these are the
positive values that the novel sets forth, so that we must take the
word "insanity" not in a
pejorative sense, but finally as a term of
irony, for the true "insanity" in the novel resides, as Woolf
makes us tremendously aware, in the "proportion" of Sir Wil
liam Bradshaw, the psychiatrist, and in the "conversion" of Doris
Kilman, the self-righteous Christian woman who is morbidly attracted to Mrs. Dalloway's daughter, Elizabeth.
It is partly because it has been said so often that the novel is
about "sanity" and "insanity" that critics have jumped to the
conclusion that because Septimus Smith is "insane," Mrs. Dallo
way must somehow represent "sanity." Leon Edel, who first
quotes Woolf's own statement that Septimus is Clarissa's
"double," makes this precise error. He asks: "But how is he the
double?Septimus the insane, Clarissa the sane?"8 And we see the
same mistaken notion in nearly all the criticism which touches
on this point. We may now look into the novel itself in order to demonstrate
the trouble to which Woolf has gone to reveal the proximity of
these two characters who never meet. The clearest point that
emerges is that there is in both characters a tendency toward
8 The Psychological Novel, p. 196.
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total withdrawal from the society around them. We indeed re
ceive an extremely vivid sense of this tendency in Clarissa Dallo
way before we ever confront Septimus Smith. For one thing,
Clarissa no longer sleeps either in the same bed or the same room
with her husband, Richard. She has been "ill," we learn on the
second page of the novel. And at noon, when she goes up to her
"attic room" to change clothes and prepare for her party, we are
brought up to date on the details of her present isolation from
her husband. "She had read late at night of the retreat from Mos
cow. For the House sat so long that Richard insisted, after her
illness, that she must sleep undisturbed. And really she preferred
to read of the retreat from Moscow. He knew it. So the room
was an attic; the bed narrow; and lying there reading, for she
slept badly, she could not dispel a virginity preserved through childbirth which clung to her like a sheet. Lovely in girlhood, suddenly there came a moment?for example
on the river be
neath the woods at Clieveden?when, through some contraction
of this cold spirit, she had failed him" (page 46). The nature of Clarissa's illness is deliberately left unclear. She has had "influen
za"; there is a chance that her heart has been affected. And look
ing into her mirror, anticipating the return of Peter Walsh from
India, Clarissa notes that "since her illness she had turned almost
white" (page 54). Both literally and symbolically, Mrs. Dallo
way is near death, and in life near Septimus Smith. Fragments of
the lines "Fear no more the heat o' the sun, / Nor the furious
winter's rages," from the funeral song in Cymbeline, occur to
her throughout the novel with surprising frequency. Both Claris
sa and Septimus reveal in a great part of their thought a Hamlet
like, death-brooding bent; and both are in sympathy with the idea of self-destruction as a way of preserving their integrity
against forces in their common social world which threaten to
annihilate them as individuals.
We shall examine the nature of this social world presently, after an examination of the character of Septimus Smith and
some further details concerning Clarissa. But it should be clear at
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this point that the major issue in the novel is a conflict between
the individual and society. The novel's concept of the individual
is embodied in these two characters, Septimus and Clarissa. And
the major distinction between Septimus and Clarissa is simply that in Septimus this conflict with society has reached truly serious proportions;
some resolution to his conflict is imminent
throughout the novel. His mind, which works like Clarissa's with
a quick flightiness, is the true
representative of the sense of
"flux," for which Mrs. Dalloway's mind has been given the
major credit. Here indeed is another similarity between them,
except that Septimus sees all reality
as Bergsonian flux, while
Clarissa's sense of flux is more casual, and is a state of mind from
which she is still able to withdraw at will. During the scene in
Regent's Park, Rezia, Septimus Smith's Italian wife, must restrain
her husband for fear he may exhibit irrational behavior before
other people. What follows is the nature of daily reality as seen
through Septimus Smith's eyes. One may note here the striking
similarity between the following and Clarissa's own indulgence,
during earlier scenes, in what has been called her "moments of
being": her view of a street scene, for instance, in which it be
comes clear that her mind does not accept arbitrary time divi
sions, but wholly embraces a Bergsonian ?lan vital. Thus Septi
mus:
Happily Rezia put her hand with a tremendous weight on his knee so that he was
weighted down, transfixed, or the excitement of the elm trees rising
and falling, rising and falling with all their leaves alight and the colour
thinning and thickening from blue to the green of a hollow wave, like
plumes on horses' heads, feathers on ladies', so
proudly they rose and fell,
so superbly, would have sent him mad.... But
they beckoned; leaves were
alive; trees were alive. And the leaves being connected by millions of
fibres with his own body, there on the seat, fanned it up and down, (page 32)
Both Clarissa and Septimus are "insane," insofar as the state of
their minds is wholly anti-intellectual and anti-scientific. The
difference between them, again, is one of degree, not of kind.
And in terms of the actual material in the novel, we may say that
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if Sir William Bradshaw were to have "examined" Clarissa Dallo
way as well as Septimus Smith, whom he does actually examine,
he would without question have had to pronounce her case to be
nearly as serious as Smith's, even
though Mrs. Dalloway, unlike
Smith, is still capable of "rational" behavior in dealing with the
small surface problems of daily living. Indeed, with respect to
Bradshaw's great worry?Smith's public threat of suicide, which
makes the "protection" of Smith from himself a matter of "law"
?the only difference between Smith and Clarissa Dalloway is
that her own continuous thoughts on suicide have remained
private. But what is the nature of that difference in degree between
them?of Septimus Smith's extreme behavior? His behavior is ab
normal, to be sure; but Bradshaw, though he realizes this, does
not understand Smith's problem to the slightest degree. We are
given snatches of Smith's past throughout the novel, until it be
comes clear that the cause of Smith's present state of mind is
somehow grounded in the death of one Lieutenant Evans, who
was Smith's best friend in the War. His death has made a tremen
dous impression on Smith, although we do not know why until
later in the novel. In an early section, Smith has a vision of
Evans' return from death:
"It is time," said Rezia. The word "time" split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, with out his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach
themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time. He
sang. Evans answered from behind the tree. The dead were in Thessaly, Evans sang, among the orchids. There they waited till the War was over,
and now the dead, Evans himself?"For God's sake don't come!" Septimus cried out. For he could not look upon the dead, (page 105)
Later, in what is the direct voice of the author, we are told that
Smith's concern for Evans is something quite different from any
normal, temporary sorrow at the loss of a friend.
But, when Evans (Rezia, who had only seen him once, called him "a guiet man," a
sturdy red-haired man, undemonstrative in the company of
women), when Evans was killed, just before the Armistice, in Italy, Sep timus, far from showing any emotion or
recognizing that here was the end
of a friendship, congratulated himself upon feeling very little and very
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reasonably. The War had taught him. It was sublime. He had gone through the whole show, friendship, European War, death, had won promotion,
was still under thirty and was bound to survive. He was right there. The last shells missed him. He watched them explode with indifference. When
peace came he was in Milan, billeted in the house of an innkeeper with a
courtyard, flowers in tubs, little tables in the open, daughters making hats, and to Lucrezia, the younger daughter, he became engaged one evening
when the panic was upon him?that he could not feel. (pp. 130-131)
It is the notion that he is incapable of feeling, that terrorizes
Smith through every section of the novel in which he appears.
During the War, he had deliberately choked off feeling (or
thought that he had, for it was finally an impossible task) : thus he found himself, upon Evans' death, "feeling very little and
very reasonably." He had learned too well, in fact, Bradshaw's
"sense of proportion" before he had ever encountered Bradshaw.
It had been acquired by Smith from the outside, and was hardly a
thing inherent with him, as it is inherent, apparently, with
Bradshaw. "The War had taught" Smith. And now, after Evans'
death, and because his feelings could not be simply put away in a
drawer, Smith feels with enormous guilt that he had failed upon
Evans' death to keep faith with the precious quality of friend
ship that existed between himself and Evans?had failed to show, at that time, any signs of sorrow for the loss of a friend. His
guilt overshadows and colors nearly every moment of his exist
ence. He feels that some mysterious Justice has condemned him
permanently, that he can never be let off for "his crime." And, more
seriously, he senses that the rest of society?the society that
has "taught" him not to show any emotion upon the death of a
friend?must be as incapable of feeling
as he himself, except that
somehow the rest of society has managed with impunity to stifle
its feelings without any accompanying sense of guilt. It is Smith
alone who has become the conscience of the world, who feels
responsible for all war dead, as society must, if Donne's well
known fragment from his Meditations still has meaning, and as
society, from Smith's point of view, does not. That he has been
erroneously instructed to put away all feeling occurs to Smith at
least once:
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He looked at people outside; happy they seemed, collecting in the middle of the street, shouting, laughing, squabbling over nothing. But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the tea-shop among the tables and the chat
tering waiters the appalling fear came over him?he could not feel. He
could reason; he could read, Dante for example, quite easily ("Septimus, do put down your book," said Rezia, gendy shutting the Inferno), he
could add up his bill; his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world then?that he could not feel....
It might be possible, Septimus thought, looking at England from the
train window, as they left Newhaven; it might be possible that the world
itself is without meaning, (pp. 132-133 )
Smith senses indeed that the rest of society hides its indiffer
ence to the war dead in fine phrases which have only the appear ance of any actual feeling: "At the office they advanced him to
a post of considerable responsibility. They were
proud of him;
he had won crosses. 'You have done your duty; it is up to us?'
began Mr. Brewer; and could not finish, so pleasurable
was his
emotion" (page 133). This kind of satire on the author's part
surely reveals the point of the outstanding irony in Smith's con
tinuous self-condemnation of himself for his inability to feel. For
it is precisely because he can feel that he is in such difficulty, and
at such odds with society. And the same is true of Clarissa Dallo
way, even though she is fortunate in having escaped the intense
guilt that Smith has been saddled with because he had once fol
lowed society in stifling his emotions ("the War had taught
him"), and then found that such a course was for him impos sible. Thus Clarissa and Smith are the two
really decent people in the novel; and the majority of the characters?namely, that
group of upper middle class individuals in Clarissa Dalloway's
world, by whom she is continually surrounded?seldom exhibit
qualities by which they may be seen as having any permanent or
significant values of their own.
The great enemy of Septimus and Clarissa is, of course, Sir
William Bradshaw, the psychiatrist. He is finally the enemy of
any tolerance which would allow the full expression of individ
ual personality, and is thus the enemy of life itself. Here is
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clearly a character whom Woolf does not
"accept"; and it is cer
tainly curious that in the light of such a character, Savage can
state that the novel betrays an indiscriminate acceptance of
"everything." In making Sir William a psychiatrist and attempt
ing to reveal him as
"typical" of his profession, Woolf unfairly
condemns, I feel, both psychiatry and science, especially when
she so tightly associates all science with Sir William's particular
brand of it, which contains a cold blooded, impersonal quality from which all feelings have been drained. But on the other hand
Sir William himself as a personality is completely convincing.
Woolf makes clear that Sir William is not interested in curing
Smith, but only in killing him?perhaps only spiritually?but kill
ing him nevertheless.
Once you fall, Septimus repeated to himself, human nature is on
you. Holmes and Bradshaw are on you. They
scour the desert. They fly scream
ing into the wilderness. The rack and the thumbscrew are applied. Hu
man nature is remorseless.
"Impulses came upon him sometimes? "
Sir William asked, with his pen cil on a
pink card.
That was his own affair, said Septimus.
"Nobody lives for himself alone," said Sir William, glancing at the pho tograph of his wife in Court dress.
"And you have a brilliant career before you," said Sir William. There was Mr. Brewer's letter on the table. "An
exceptionally brilliant career."
But if he confessed? If he communicated? Would they let him off then, his torturers?
"I?I?" he stammered.
But what was his crime? He could not remember it.
"Yes?" Sir William encouraged him. (But it was growing late.) (page 148)
And Bradshaw's "sense of proportion" is seen finally
as merely
that mean, cramped quality in his own personality which, be
cause of his official position as a
respected doctor, he is able to
impose upon others.
"Proportion, divine proportion, Sir William's goddess, was ac
quired by Sir William walking hospitals, catching salmon, be
getting one son in Harley Street by Lady Bradshaw, who caught salmon herself and took photographs scarcely to be distinguished
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from the work of professionals. Worshipping proportion, Sir
William not only prospered himself but made England prosper, secluded her lunatics, forbade childbirth, penalized despair, made
it impossible for the unfit to propagate their views until they,
too, shared his sense of proportion . . ." (page 150). And that Sir
William is simply an efficient dictator who under the names of
"love, duty, self-sacrifice" has stamped his will on all those
weaker than himself, is revealed in what has happened to
Lady
Bradshaw, his wife. "Fifteen years ago she had gone under. It
was nothing you could put your finger on; there had been no
scene, no snap; only the slow sinking, water-logged, of her will
into his. Sweet was her smile, swift her submission; dinner in
Harley Street, numbering eight or nine courses, feeding
ten or
fifteen guests of the professional classes, was smooth and urbane"
(page 152). Bradshaw, then, spiritually kills all those who allow themselves
to come into close contact with him. And the helpless Septimus, unlike Bradshaw's other victims, is at least able to take his life out
of Bradshaw's hands when he brings about his own death. His
death is tragic because it is an enormous waste of Smith as a
potentially valuable human being. His death is also, as Mrs.
Dalloway says later in the novel, a form of defiance?a tragic act
but the only course left open to him.
As to Clarissa's social world: we may see the figures who make
up this world as milder copies of Bradshaw himself. All of them
live by the sense of proportion which Bradshaw advises. In gen
eral, they are all incapable of any form of the real sympathy for
their fellow man which we have seen revealed in Smith. In one
sense, this statement may seem extreme; surely Mrs. Dallo way's
daughter Elizabeth is a sympathetic figure, seen as she is during her process of self-discovery. But at best Mrs. Dalloway's friends
are merely "nice" people, mildly neutral in all their enterprises.
We would not want to depend upon them in a crisis. Clarissa's
husband Richard, even when he brings roses to his wife, strikes
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us as weakly and pathetically affectionate in his failure to tell his
wife he loves her, as he had promised himself to do. And as a
Member of Parliament, he strikes us as simply
a political figure
head; Woolf implies that his office is virtually a sinecure. The
hard-headed Peter Walsh, himself at odds with this cluster of
Mrs. Dalloway's friends, remarks that one can discover Richard's
opinions for a given day simply by reading that morning's Times.
And Clarissa notes that her husband possesses the dubious gift of
being capable of showing sympathy only for people remote from
his own environment?for "the Albanians"?but never for people too
uncomfortably close to him. The same is true of Doris Kil
man. Lady Bruton's main distinction as a character is that she
organizes luncheons to which Mrs. Dalloway is often not invited,
but to which Mr. Dalloway is; her other preoccupation is "that
project for emigrating young people of both sexes born of re
spectable parents and setting them up with a fair prospect of
doing well in Canada" (page 164). There is Millicent Brush, the
obsequious and jealous lackey of Lady Bruton and her projects. And the author leaves little doubt what we are to think of Hugh
Whitbread, who helps Lady Bruton write her emigration-project letters to the Times:
He did not go deeply. He brushed surfaces; the dead languages, the living, life in Constantinople, Paris, Rome; riding, shooting, tennis it had been once. The malicious asserted that he now
kept guard at
Buckingham
Palace, dressed in silk stockings and knee-breeches, over what nobody knew. But he did it extremely efficiently. He had been afloat on the cream of English society for fifty-five years. He had known Prime Ministers. His affections were understood to be deep. And if it were true that he had not taken part in any of the great movements of the time or held
important
office, one or two humble reforms stood to his credit; an improvement
in
public shelters was one; the protection of owls in Norfolk another; servant
girls had reason to be grateful to him; and his name at the end of letters to
the Times, asking for funds, appealing
to the public to
protect, to preserve,
to clear up litter, to abate smoke, and stamp out
immorality in parks,
com
manded respect, (pp. 155-156)
Virginia Woolf has seldom been given credit for this brand of
light but deadly satire, and yet it makes up a good part of her
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novel. All of this group is set against both Clarissa and Septimus;
it is a part of the army, headed by Sir William Bradshaw, which has kept faith with his "sense of proportion," though all of them lack Bradshaw's will and strength of personality. In clear opposi tion to these characters emerges the "insanity" of Clarissa and
Septimus, which comes into contact with Bradshaw's "sense of
proportion" in such a way that both terms emerge as clearly
reversed; and, through the central intelligence of the novel, which consists of Mrs. Dalloway and a separate but similar
"author voice," one sees without question that it is society and its
"proportion" which is condemned, and the "insanity" of Septi mus and Clarissa which is finally celebrated.
D. S. Savage has indeed recognized this very opposition in the
novel, and given credit for it, though he must finally condemn
the novel on the basis of his own beliefs, which cannot tolerate
Woolf's questioning of the ideals of "proportion" and "conver
sion." "And yet, despite its at times cloying sentimentality, Mrs.
Dalloway is perhaps Virginia Woolf's most satisfactory novel,
for it has an organic
structure which derives from the successful
dramatic presentation of a view of life. It is in fact the only novel
of Virginia Woolf's in which tension is achieved through the
opposition of characters embodying contrary principles of con
duct."9 Though this is not the issue here, one can hardly agree
with Savage's point that Mrs. Dalloway is the only novel of
Woolf's embodying such an opposition. Indeed, it seems to me
that an "opposition of characters" is even more intense in her
later novels. But when Savage in the above passage speaks of the
"cloying sentimentality" of occasional sections of the novel, he
is getting nearer to the novel's principal fault: defects in the
character of Mrs. Dalloway herself.
One may remember Virginia Woolf's early fear about the
novel as she expressed it in her Diary: "The doubtful point is, I
think, the character of Mrs. Dalloway. It may be too stiff, too
glittering and tinselly." And it is, indeed, precisely because Vir
The Withered Branch, p. 87.
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ginia Woolf did not completely succeed in cutting out all of the
"glittering and tinselly" part of Mrs. Dalloway that we are often
not certain just how to take her. It is when she clearly allies
herself with the point of view of Septimus Smith that she takes
on the flesh and blood of a living character. But when she rhap
sodizes about "life" in general she slips from us as a living person,
and indeed makes us wonder whether we should not simply lump
her with the rest of that superficial group which in other sections
of the novel she so clearly condemns and to which her own per
son offers so clear a contrast. After the strong statements that
have been made about Hugh Whitbread, for instance, we do not
understand this other side of Mrs. Dalloway when she speaks,
quite sincerely, of "the admirable Hugh." Savage has seen this
quality in Mrs. Dalloway and one may note, in his angry and in
tense comment, how closely he comes to seeing the same "tin
selly" quality in the character that Woolf herself was fearful
might be present. Here is a part of Savage's own
quotation from
Mrs. Dalloway, followed by his own comment:
All the same, that one day should follow another; Wednesday, Thurs
day, Friday, Saturday; that one should wake up in the morning; see the
sky; walk in the park; meet Hugh Whitbread; then suddenly in came
Peter; then these roses; it was enough. After that, how unbelievable death
was!?that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how
she had loved it all; how every instant. ..
The loquacious, breathlessly chattering style [Savage says of the above] is a
perfect medium for the expression of the reflections of this empty
headed, middle-aged bourgeoise matron, so ostentatiously and
rhapsodical
ly thrilled by the mere continuous fact of existence (though it is a leisured, idle, comfortable enough existence to be sure).10
And there is more to it than merely this superficial rhapsodiz
ing. Part of the difficulty was, I think, that Virginia Woolf was so
greatly concerned with reflecting a view of reality as a kind
of Bergsonian flux that she often made Mrs. Dalloway into a
kind of life principle in the novel, a living embodiment of flux, a character who had to
continually "flow" in and out of the life
10 The Withered Branch, p. 82.
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around her. This is indeed connected to Woolf's other fear for
the novel expressed in the Diary: that there may be "too many ideas" in it.
This may seem indeed a singular criticism to make about a
novelist whose "ideas" have actually hardly been discussed at all
by her critics, but I feel it is true nevertheless. Most of the sub
stance in the concluding section of the novel is not assimilated
into the novel's major conflict: the opposition between the Septi mus Smith-Clarissa Dalloway values, and the values of Sir Wil
liam Bradshaw, embodied to varying degrees in Lady Bruton,
Richard Dalloway, Millicent Brush, Doris Kilman, and Hugh Whitbread. Two characters finally
seem irrelevant to this major conflict, and form actually
a good part of the material of retro
spect in which the "tinselly" aspect of Mrs. Dalloway makes
itself most felt. This study does not wish to group everybody in the novel into two hostile camps, but in Clarissa Dalloway's
nos
talgic rhapsodizing over her early love affair with Peter Walsh
and in her childhood memories, which are so filled with the char
acter of Sally Seton, material is being built up which ought per haps to have gone into another novel altogether. One can of
course argue that Mrs. Dalloway's highly retrospective mind
naturally reminisces about all of her past, and that what Virginia Woolf calls in her Diary her "tunneling" process, helps build up
and round out the character of Mrs. Dalloway. This is certainly true; but it leaves us
wondering about the relevance of this
particular part of Mrs. Dalloway's past to the chief issues in the
novel: the "proportion" and "insanity" oppositions which allow
Woolf so effectively
to criticise the "society" which forms the
novel's background. Perhaps Woolf intended us to see Peter
Walsh and Sally Seton in a relationship to Clarissa which is
analogous to Smith's relation to Evans. If this is so, perhaps
more
of a case could be made for Peter and Sally's function in the
novel than I have made here.
At any rate, it is in the "party" section at the end of the novel
that Peter and Sally become most obvious, and it is this section
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which seems to me to suffer most from the entrance of alien
material into the novel's main theme. First of all, Woolf is obvi
ously interested in tracing for us Mrs. Dalloway's reactions to
the return of her two old friends Peter and Sally, with both of whom she was
previously so intimate, and both of whom have
been absent from her life for some time. They both appear at her
party, to which nearly everyone in the novel has been invited ex
cept, of course, Septimus, whom Mrs. Dalloway has never known
in the first place and who has by now taken his own life in an
act of defiance against Sir William Bradshaw's "proportion." One aspect of the party scene is, of course, relevant to the
novel's theme. As has been pointed out by many commentators,
it is at the party that Mrs. Dalloway receives news of the death
of Septimus, and where she clearly opposes the values of Sir
William Bradshaw; indeed, Septimus' death forces Mrs. Dallo
way to articulate her own values more consciously than she has
yet done in the novel. She sees Sir William Bradshaw as a threat to everyone who believes, as she does so
highly, in the necessity of spiritual and intellectual privacy, in the dignity and necessary inviolability of human personality.
But what of the party itself? What does it stand for? And it is clear that Woolf intended the party scene to be of some con siderable importance. Mrs. Dalloway herself has tried to
analyze for us her own motives for her parties, which she
apparently gives at
regular intervals: she has been thinking here of some im
plied criticism of her act of party giving, by both Peter Walsh and her husband.
Her parties! That was it! Her parties! Both of them criticised her very un fairly, laughed at her very unjustly, for her parties.... Well, how was she going to defend herself? . . .
They thought, or Peter at any rate thought, that she enjoyed imposing herself; liked to have famous people about her; great names; was
simply a snob in short. . . . And both were
quite wrong. What she liked was simply life.... But to go deeper, beneath what people said (and these judgments, how
superficial, how fragmentary they are!) in her own mind now, what did it mean to her, this thing she called life? Oh, it was very queer. Here was
So-and-so in South Kensington; some one up in Bayswater; and somebody
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else, say, in Mayfair. And she felt quite continuously a sense of their exis
tence; and she felt what a waste; and she felt what a pity; and she felt if
only they could be brought together; so she did it. And it was an offering; to combine, to create; but to whom?
An offering for the sake of offering, perhaps. Anyhow, it was her gift, (pp. 183-185)
And surely, as Mrs. Dalloway's "offering"
to life in accordance
with her role as hostess, the party may be justified to some ex
tent. But a difficulty emerges nevertheless when one tries defini
tively to relate the major portion of the party scene at the novel's
end to the main conflict within the novel.
James Hafley's interesting study11 has made a valiant attempt to do just this. He has tried to distinguish between two sides of
Clarissa: what he calls her "self" and her "non-self"; and finds
Clarissa's party a vaguely healthful compensation for her other
wise too introverted character. He feels that in the progress of
the novel she moves from her introverted self, from her private
bedroom, to the party, which Hafley calls "the large room of
reality itself." This is very interesting, but yet as one reads the
party scene one does not feel Mrs. Dalloway moving into a more
significant kind of reality than that which she has been in all
along. Indeed, one gets chiefly a
sharp sense of the confusion that
always results in a large gathering of people who have suddenly
been thrown together. And one feels too an irony (very likely
not intended) in the fact that no real communication whatsoever
takes place between these people at the party?only that super
ficial kind of chatter that one expects at a large gathering of
people who lack basic similarities of temperament and interests.
Indeed, one feels during the party scene all over again the utter
isolation of the individual that one has felt throughout the novel, so that nothing, actually, is "resolved" at the party at all, except
that, as mentioned before, Clarissa clearly sets herself in opposi
tion to Sir William Bradshaw. What is finally important about the party, then, is that Mrs.
n James Hafley, The Glass Roof. Berkeley: 1954.
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Dalloway lives on in what we are made to feel will be a continu
ous defiance of the world of living death which Dr. Bradshaw
and Doris Kilman?the name here is surely significant?have built
up around themselves. Septimus Smith has been destroyed, but
Mrs. Dalloway in her defiant protection of her individualism will
continue to face up to threats to her own liberty from these
sources. She will continue, we feel, to do what she has done all
along in the novel, and what any individual must do whose own
temperament is generally alien to the temperament of the society to which he is native: she will cooperate with that society, but
always with certain reservations, so that her own values will not
be bent to fit into the dangerous ones of Sir William Bradshaw
and his followers.
And it is a great credit to her that Mrs. Dalloway feels person
ally responsible for Septimus' death. She brings into the open
and indulges in the very feelings for Smith, that Smith himself
had tried unsuccessfully to stifle about his own friend Evans'
death. "Somehow it was her disaster?her disgrace. It was her
punishment to see sink and disappear here a man, there a woman,
in this profound darkness, and she forced to stand here in her
evening dress" (page 282). And thus the novel has come round
full circle. The above quotation indeed suggests the whole party to be a horrible travesty; it calls to mind, for instance, the theme
of Katherine Mansfield's The Garden Party, and makes it diffi
cult to find any real "significance" in the party itself.
Though he does not specifically attack the suicide scene in
Mrs. Dalloway, Savage makes it clear that any ethical justifica tion of such an act would be as alien to him as are Woolf's at
tacks against the ideals of "proportion" and "conversion." Sui
cide, insanity, proportion: these are all terms which the novel
forces us to use as we discuss it. But the very use to which the
novel itself puts these terms, the ways in which the novel "tests"
them, as it were, should make us realize the impossibility of ab
stracting the terms and asking direct ethical questions about
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them: Is "suicide" good? Is "insanity" bad? Is "proportion" de
sirable? Such questions obviously lead nowhere, and for the
absolute moralist, Mrs. Dalloway will remain a novel one might
safely discuss only as an
interesting display of technical virtu
osity. Clearly Virginia Woolf insists that we ask: "Suicide in what circumstances?" "Whose insanity?" "What kind of pro
portion, dictated by whom?"
As for insanity, Sir William Bradshaw considers anyone "in
sane" who lacks a "sense of proportion." But for Clarissa and
Septimus, a "sense of proportion" is the equivalent of spiritual
death. "Insanity" is the label which a society peopled with Sir William Bradshaws will give
to anyone appearing to be too
"individual." And Mrs. Dalloway has for its theme the need for
the individual to withstand the conforming pressures of society? the need, in effect, for some form of "insanity" within an atmos
phere of Bradshaws.
And as for Smith's suicide, it is Bradshaw who really kills him: Smith's only choice is the method of death, and from this point of view, his suicide is the last expression of his individuality. His death is not an
"escape from responsibilities" (the usual stigma associated with suicide), for there is no
longer any question of
Smith's having responsibilities. Bradshaw would have seen to that
as soon as he had locked Smith up. His suicide is a final "stand"
against Bradshaw, of the kind that soldiers make when they use
lessly fight to the last man instead of surrendering. This too is
"suicide," although in such a context we usually
see it?and right
ly?as heroic.
Savage sees the concept of "conversion"?the term associated
with Doris Kilman, and closely identified with "proportion"?as the one "definite view of life" the novel contains, but which Vir
ginia Woolf unfortunately derides. Savage naturally deplores this; and in doing
so fails to see that other very definite view of
life which the novel celebrates: the worth of individual personal
ity and the need for its expression, the affirmation of diversity itself.
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