Mrs Dalloway (Oxford World’s Classics)

What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?

It is Clarissa, he said.

For there she was.

What does the brain matter,’ said Lady Rosseter, getting up, ‘compared with the heart?’

Death was an attempt to communicate, people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded; one was alone. There was an embrace in death.