2. Reading Quiz (2 minutes)
1. What is Mrs. Dalloway’s first name?
2. Where has Peter Walsh been living and
working for years (before he returns to
England on this day)?
3. There are two “vehicles” that capture the
attention of crowds on the street and in the
park in London during the first part of the
novel. What are these two “vehicles”?
Each answer is worth two points. Six total
points toward participation.
3. Business / Participation
No office hours tomorrow (Wed.) morning.
20C Poetry Performance due in class on Thursday (second
half of class).
Finish Mrs. Dalloway for Thursday.
Make sure you have Wide Sargasso Sea ready to read for
this weekend!
Participation for today:
◦ FOUR total points
◦ 1 point each for saying TWO things in full class discussion.
◦ 1 point for sharing something from your “freethink.”
◦ 1 point for sharing some of your “distributed subjectivity”
with classmates (I’ll remind you about this when it comes up).
4. Overall Participation Check-in
(As of yesterday.)
The RAW overall participation totals will be
curved and then converted into a letter grade for
your final participation grade in the course
(worth 20%).
Look up your score on Canvas under “Wk10
Participation Total”
As of 6/11:
◦ Mean: 89.3
◦ Range: 34-116
◦ Std Dev: 21
There are still some points outstanding—but not
a whole lot.
◦ Today’s quiz. Maybe another quiz or two.
◦ Poetry reading on Thurs.
◦ 4 more discussion posts.
◦ 4 more days of class partic.
Based on the distribution, this is what I think
would be fair participation grades if I assigned
them today:
Range Grade # in class
>102 A 15
100-102 A- 4
95-99 B+ 4
79-94 B 13
75-78 B- 2
64-74 C+ 2
57-63 C 1
50-56 C- 1
<49 D 4
Note: I have dragged the “tail” of this distribution
waaaaay out. 38 people are currently getting an
A or a B. That seems extremely generous.
6. Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)
--father (Leslie Stephen) was an intellectual, knew
major Victorian writers, eventually knighted.
--very well-connected and influential family
--mother died when Virginia was 13.
--sexually abused by her half-brothers.
--no real formal education, while her brothers were
sent to Cambridge. Read deeply in her father’s library.
--very bright siblings, including brothers who brought
university friends by (some of whom later became
famous).
--regular breakdowns and headaches throughout her
life.
--almost 30, married Leonard Woolf
--part of a literary and intellectual circle called the
Bloomsbury Group.
--The Woolfs set up a publishing house (Hogarth Press)
that published lots of important writers, including T. S.
Eliot and the English translations of Freud.
--1922-30s: close friendship and love affair with Vita
Sackville-West.
--1925: Mrs. Dalloway
--1927: To the Lighthouse
--1928: Orlando
--1929: A Room of One’s Own
--1940: Woolf’s London home destroyed in German
bombing raid during the Blitz.
--1941: suicide.
7. Realism and Woolf’s Modernism
Realism as a project
◦ Represent ordinary life.
◦ Provide a picture of subjectivity (conscious
experiences, such as perspectives, feelings,
beliefs, memories, and desires, as well as the
agency to act on them) in relation to the world.
◦ Tasked with imagining one person very well.
◦ Jane Eyre as an achievement of realism.
Woolf has a similar project, but goes about it
very differently.
She is interested in questions like:
◦ What does subjectivity look like? Does it look
like Jane Eyre?
◦ Why limit it to one person/character? Why not
consider multiple subjectivities?
◦ Is subjectivity so clearly bounded? Does it
actually live only inside the person?
These are the three questions we’ll consider
today.
9. “Freethink”
Two minutes (can close your eyes if you want, but don’t have to).
Be an attentive spectator to your own consciousness.
Whatever crosses your mind, just watch it happen.
Don’t try to focus or concentrate on one thing,
but follow any trains of thoughts that you want.
Just “watch” what happens in your mind.
When you’re done, take a minute and write down
some of the stuff that you remember happening in your mind
during that time. What occupied your consciousness?
Share with a neighbor (for 1 participation point).
10. “Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were
coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning — fresh as if issued to children on a beach.
What a lark! What a plunge! For so it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak of the hinges, which
she could hear now, she had burst open the French windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air. How
fresh, how calm, stiller than this of course, the air was in the early morning; like the flap of a wave; the kiss of a
wave; chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen as she then was) solemn, feeling as she did, standing there at
the open window, that something awful was about to happen; looking at the flowers, at the trees with the
smoke winding off them and the rooks rising, falling; standing and looking until Peter Walsh said, “Musing
among the vegetables?”— was that it? —“I prefer men to cauliflowers”— was that it? He must have said it at
breakfast one morning when she had gone out on to the terrace
— Peter Walsh. He would be back from India one of these days,
June or July, she forgot which, for his letters were awfully dull;
it was his sayings one remembered; his eyes, his pocket-knife,
his smile, his grumpiness and, when millions of things had
utterly vanished — how strange it was! — a few sayings like
this about cabbages.” (2156-57)
11. Woolf from the essay “Modern Fiction”
“Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day. The mind receives a myriad
impressions—trivial, fantastic, evanescent, or engraved with the sharpness of steel. From all
sides they come, an incessant shower of innumerable atoms; and as they fall, as they shape
themselves into the life of Monday or Tuesday, the accent falls differently from of old […]. Let us
record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall, let us trace the
pattern, however disconnected and incoherent in appearance, which each sight or incident
scores upon consciousness. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is
commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.” (Norton 2152)
What is life made up of?
What should fiction do?
This is a point about style,
but also a judgment about value—about what matters.
12. Woolf and Perspectivism
Perspectivism
--philosophic concept
--old, but productively revived by Nietzsche
--knowledge of the world is only possible
through individual perspectives
--rejection of the idea of:
◦ perspectives that have a privileged access to the
true state of things.
◦ the existence of a true state of things. (objective
reality beyond perspectives)
(We all think we believe this, but we maybe
don’t believe it as much as we think we do.)
Mrs. Dalloway offers a version of this.
Picking up where we left off…:
“She stiffened a little on the kerb, waiting for
Durtnall’s van to pass. A charming woman, Scrope
Purvis thought her (knowing her as one does know
people who live next door to one in Westminster); a
touch of the bird about her, of the jay, blue-green,
light, vivacious, though she was over fifty, and grown
very white since her illness. There she perched, never
seeing him, waiting to cross, very upright.” (2157)
Where else do we see this?
13. Cubism
Picasso and Braque.
This is “Nude descending a
staircase, no. 2” by Marcel
Duchamp.
What do you notice about this
painting?
14. Cubism
Picasso and Braque.
This is “Nude descending a
staircase, no. 2” by Marcel
Duchamp.
What do you notice about this
painting?
Are you, the viewer, looking at the
action in the painting from one
stable position in the world?
What happens to time in this
painting? Is there one stable
moment of time that the viewer
inhabits?
Multiple times, multiple visual
perspectives.
15. Suddenly Mrs. Coates looked up into the sky. The sound of an aeroplane bored ominously into the
ears of the crowd. There it was coming over the trees, letting out white smoke from behind, which
curled and twisted, actually writing something! making letters in the sky! Every one looked up.
Dropping dead down the aeroplane soared straight up, curved in a loop, raced, sank, rose, and
whatever it did, wherever it went, out fluttered behind it a thick ruffled bar of white smoke which
curled and wreathed upon the sky in letters. But what letters? A C was it? an E, then an L? Only for
a moment did they lie still; then they moved and melted and were rubbed out up in the sky, and
the aeroplane shot further away and again, in a fresh space of sky, began writing a K, an E, a Y
perhaps?
“Glaxo,” said Mrs. Coates in a strained, awe-stricken voice, gazing straight up, and her baby, lying
stiff and white in her arms, gazed straight up.
“Kreemo,” murmured Mrs. Bletchley, like a sleep-walker. With his hat held out perfectly still in his
hand, Mr. Bowley gazed straight up. All down the Mall people were standing and looking up into
the sky. As they looked the whole world became perfectly silent, and a flight of gulls crossed the
sky, first one gull leading, then another, and in this extraordinary silence and peace, in this pallor, in
this purity, bells struck eleven times, the sound fading up there among the gulls.
The aeroplane turned and raced and swooped exactly where it liked, swiftly, freely, like a skater —
“That’s an E,” said Mrs. Bletchley — or a dancer —
“It’s toffee,” murmured Mr. Bowley —(and the car went in at the gates and nobody looked at it),
and shutting off the smoke, away and away it rushed, and the smoke faded and assembled itself
round the broad white shapes of the clouds.
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16. It had gone; it was behind the clouds. There was no sound. The clouds to which the letters E, G, or L had attached
themselves moved freely, as if destined to cross from West to East on a mission of the greatest importance which
would never be revealed, and yet certainly so it was — a mission of the greatest importance. Then suddenly, as a
train comes out of a tunnel, the aeroplane rushed out of the clouds again, the sound boring into the ears of all
people in the Mall, in the Green Park, in Piccadilly, in Regent Street, in Regent’s Park, and the bar of smoke curved
behind and it dropped down, and it soared up and wrote one letter after another — but what word was it writing?
Lucrezia Warren Smith, sitting by her husband’s side on a seat in Regent’s Park in the Broad Walk, looked up.
“Look, look, Septimus!” she cried. For Dr. Holmes had told her to make her husband (who had nothing whatever
seriously the matter with him but was a little out of sorts) take an interest in things outside himself.
So, thought Septimus, looking up, they are signalling to me. Not indeed in actual words; that is, he could not read
the language yet;[…].
It was toffee; they were advertising toffee, a nursemaid told Rezia. Together they began to spell t . . . o . . . f.. .
“K . . . R . . . ” said the nursemaid, and Septimus heard her say “Kay Arr” close to his ear […]. (2166-67)
What strikes you as potentially cubist about this passage?
17. “Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on. If
you put her in a room with some one, up went her back like a cat’s; or she
purred. Devonshire House, Bath House, the house with the china cockatoo, she
had seen them all lit up once; and remembered Sylvia, Fred, Sally Seton — such
hosts of people; and dancing all night; and the waggons plodding past to market;
and driving home across the Park. She remembered once throwing a shilling into
the Serpentine. But every one remembered; what she loved was this, here, now,
in front of her; the fat lady in the cab. Did it matter then, she asked herself,
walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease
completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not
become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? but that somehow in
the streets of London, on the ebb and flow of things, here, there, she survived,
Peter survived, lived in each other, she being part, she was positive, of the trees
at home; of the house there, ugly, rambling all to bits and pieces as it was; part of
people she had never met; being laid out like a mist between the people she
knew best, who lifted her on their branches as she had seen the trees lift the
mist, but it spread ever so far, her life, herself. But what was she dreaming as she
looked into Hatchards’ shop window?” (2159-60)
18. Distributed Subjectivity
What is happening here?
Commonness (banality) of memories as part of
subjectivity
But there’s something else:
◦ some part of subjectivity is outside of her, will
exist after death.
◦ where? Peter, the trees, the house, people she
has never met
◦ her self is “spread ever so far” between people
and places
◦ exists like a mist.
What is this part of her?
This, I want to suggest, is another aspect of
the style in Mrs. Dalloway.
◦ this book focuses on a lot of other characters
and people
◦ but Clarissa Dalloway’s self is spread out over
(and in) those characters as well.
It’s a type of distributed subjectivity—parts of
Clarissa exist outside of herself—in other
people and other places.
19. How is your subjectivity distributed?
What parts of “you” exist outside your
presence and outside your mind and body?
Make a brief list.
◦ In other people and memories—family, friends,
etc.
◦ In teachers, students, coworkers, etc.
◦ In physical traces on the world
◦ In writings, drawings, etc.
◦ In recordings
◦ Even in people you’ve never met
Where are the pieces of you that are not your
physical body or the consciousness that is
immediately closed inside it?
Now, think about what pieces of other
people—even people you don’t know—are
part of your subjectivity?
Make a brief list.
Now share your lists with 1-2 people who are
sitting near you. (If you do this, you get a
participation point!)
20. So whose mind is our mind most like?
Who more accurately captures our own subjectivity?
21. For Thursday
If you volunteered for a 20C Poetry
Performance, make sure you’re prepared!
Read the rest of Mrs. Dalloway.
Make sure you have Wide Sargasso Sea.
Participation for today:
◦ FOUR total points
◦ 1 point each for saying TWO things in full class
discussion.
◦ 1 point for sharing something from your
“freethink.”
◦ 1 point for sharing some of your “distributed
subjectivity” with classmates (I’ll remind you
about this when it comes up).
