But what have I done with my life? thought Mrs. Ramsay, taking her place at the head of the table, and looking at all the plates making
white circles on it. "William, sit by me," she said. "Lily," she said, wearily, "over there." They had that -- Paul Rayley and Minta Doyle
-- she, only this -- an infinitely long table and plates and knives. At the far end, was her husband, sitting down, all in a heap, frowning.
What at? She did not know. She did not mind. She could not understand how she had ever felt any emotion or affection for him.
She had a sense of being past everything, as she helped the soup, as if there was an eddy -- there -- and one could be in it, or one could
please," she said -- Augustus Carmicheal -- and sat down. And meanwhile she waited, passively, for some one to answer her, for something
to happen. But this is not a thing, she thought, ladling out soup, that one says.
Raising her eyebrows at the discrepancy -- that was what she was thinking, this was what she was doing -- ladling out soup -- she felt,
more and more strongly, outside that eddy; or as if a shade had fallen, and, robbed of colour, she saw things truly." (Woolf, To the Lighthouse, 83)
Does that look like fun to anyone? Yeah, me neither. Now let me show you what my most recent editing job looks like.
“An ever advancing Civilization” The motive power of civilization when it occurs it is transforming effects on the minds and soul to those who respond to it,-it is replicated in a new society that slowly takes shape around their experience. A radical redefinition of concepts of rights and wrongs makes possible the formulation of new codes of civil laws and conduct, new institutions are conceived in order to give expressions to impulses of moral responsibility previously ignored or unknown. Although the mission of each manifestation is limited in time and in functions it performs, it is an integral part of an ongoing progressive enfoldment of ‘God’s Power and Will’
The overarching theme of this paper is the under-utilization of the black man's superior physical and intellectual prowess in modern times. At least I think it is. I have been reading my whole life, studying writing and literature for most of my adult life, and yet I have almost no comprehension of stream of consciousness writing.
Does that mean my reading skills are below those who enjoy stream of consciousness? Or does it mean that my own "stream of consciousness" is just more coherent? I just never "got it" and passed my New Modernist Studies class by comparing gender construction in A Farewell to Arms (Faulkner) and Orlando (Woolfe).
What are your experiences with stream of consciousness? Do you enjoy it? In what contexts to you think it is most appropriate/enjoyable? Somehow I feel as though I am missing out on something that could be great, so recommendations are welcome.