âIn the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over himâhe could not feel. He could reason; he could read, Dante for example, quite easily (âSeptimus, do put down your book,â said Rezia, gently shutting the Inferno), he could add up his bill; his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world thenâthat he could not feel.â
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf




















