I have been thinking about making some changes for a few weeks now. Changing my blog title, the appearance. Freshen things up a bit. In a few weeks, I will be starting a new chapter of my little life: moving into a new home & starting graduate school.
The new title comes from one of my favorite novels--Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. During one of my rereads last summer, this passage--and this line in particular--became particularly stirring and personally meaningful (see She Must Assemble) for still slightly unknown reasons.
"The clock began striking. The young man had killed himself; but she did not pity him; with the clock striking the hour, one, two, three, she did not pity him, with all this going on. There! the old lady had put out her light! the whole house was dark now with this going on, she repeated, and the words came to her, Fear no more the heat of the sun. She must go back to them. But what an extraordinary night! She felt somehow very like him - the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away while they went on living. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. But she must go back. She must assemble. She must find Sally and Peter. And she came in from the little room."
And she goes back. Though she identifies with the man who kills himself, she chooses to return. To return to her party; to find Sally and Peter. To assemble. She must assemble.
"It is Clarissa, he said.
For there she was."
It's lovely :)
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