"His immense self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and spread itself in pools at her feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer, round her ankles, lest she should get wet."
Yay! Managed to get around to reading To the Lighthouse. I liked it a lot. I’m reading everything out of order, does that matter? I only mention that because it reminded me of The Waves, easier to read than The Waves, but also perhaps less interesting because of it? I feel like I need to read it again already though - just look at that sentence above.