And they deeply appreciated...
And they deeply appreciated his
generosity--because, of course, he hadn't taken a fee

And as he took the clock and put it on the middle of his mantelpiece, he
had felt that he wished nobody to see his faceThat was what he worked
for--that was his reward; and he looked at the people who were actually
before his eyes as if they danced over that scene in his chambers and
were exposed by it, and as it faded--the Brunners faded--there remained
as if left of that scene, himself, confronting this hostile population,
a perfectly plain, unsophisticated man, a man of the people (he
straightened himself) very badly dressed, glaring, with not an air or a
grace about him, a man who was an ill hand at concealing his feelings, a
plain man, an ordinary human being, pitted against the evil, the
corruption, the heartlessness of societyBut he would not go on
staringNow he put on his spectacles and examined the picturesHe read
the titles on a line of books; for the most part poetryHe would have
liked well enough to read some of his old favourites again--Shakespeare,
Dickens--he wished he ever had time to turn into the National Gallery,
but he couldn't--no, one could notReally one could not--with the world
in the state it was inNot when quilted white bag people all day long wanted your help,
fairly clamoured for helpThis wasn't an age for luxuriesAnd he
looked at the arm chairs and the paper knives and the well bound books,
and shook his head, knowing that he would never have the time, never he
was glad to think have the heart, to afford himself such luxuriesThe
people here would be shocked if they knew what he paid for his tobacco;
how he had borrowed his clothesHis one and only extravagance was his
little yacht on the Norfolk BroadsAnd that he did allow himself, He
did like once a year to get right away from everybody and lie on his
back in a fieldHe thought how shocked they would be--these fine folk--if
they realized the amount of pleasure he got from what he was old
fashioned enough to call the love of nature; trees and fields he had
known ever since he was a boy

These fine people would be shockedIndeed, standing there, putting his
spectacles away in his pocket, he felt himself grow more and more
shocking every instantAnd it was a very disagreeable feelingHe did
not feel this--that he loved humanity, that he paid only fivepence an
ounce for tobacco and loved nature--naturally and quietlyEach of these
pleasures had been turned into a protestHe felt that these people dior logo whom
he despised made him stand and deliver and justify himself"I am an
ordinary man," he kept sayingAnd what he said next he was really
ashamed of saying, but he said it"I have done more for my kind in one
day than the rest of you in all your lives Indeed, he could not help
himself; he kept recalling scene after scene, like that when the
Brunners gave him the clock--he kept reminding himself of the nice things
people had said of his humanity, of his generosity, how he had helped
themHe kept seeing himself as the wise and tolerant servant of
humanityAnd he wished he could repeat his praises aloudIt was
unpleasant that the sense of his goodness should boil within himIt was
still more unpleasant that he could tell no one what people had said
about himThank the Lord, he kept saying, I shall be back at work
to-morrow; and yet he was no longer satisfied simply to slip through the
door and go homeHe must stay, he must stay until he had justified
himselfBut how could he? In all that room full of people, he did not
know a soul to speak to

At last Richard Dalloway came up

"I want to introduce Miss O'Keefe," he saidMiss O'Keefe looked him
full in the eyesShe was a rather arrogant, abrupt mannered woman in
the thirties

Miss omega seamaster watch O'Keefe wanted an ice or something to drinkAnd the reason why she
asked Prickett Ellis to give it her in what he felt a haughty,
unjustifiable manner, was that she had seen a woman and two children,
very poor, very tired, pressing against the railings of a square,
peering in, that hot afternoonCan't they be let in? she had thought,
her pity rising like a wave; her indignation boilingNo; she rebuked
herself the next moment, roughly, as if she boxed her own earsThe
whole force of the world can't do itSo she picked up the tennis ball
and hurled it backThe whole force of the world can't do it, she said
in a fury, and that was why she said so commandingly, to the unknown
man:

"Give me an ice

Long before she had eaten it, Prickett Ellis, standing beside her
without taking anything, told her that he had not been to a party for
fifteen years; told her that his dress suit was lent him by his
brother-in-law; told her that he did not like this sort of thing, and it
would have eased him greatly to go on to say that he was a plain man,
who happened to have a liking for ordinary people, and then would have
told her (and been ashamed of it afterwards) about the Brunners and the
clock, but she said:

"Have you seen the Tempest?"

then omega seamaster fake (for he had not seen the Tempest), had he read some book? Again no,
and then, putting her ice down, did he never read poetry?

And Prickett Ellis feeling something rise within him which would
decapitate this young woman, make a victim of her, massacre her, made
her sit down there, where they would not be interrupted, on two chairs,
in the empty garden, for everyone was upstairs, only you could hear a
buzz and a hum and a chatter and a jingle, like the mad accompaniment of
some phantom orchestra to a cat or two slinking across the grass, and
the wavering of leaves, and the yellow and red fruit like Chinese
lanterns wobbling this way and that--the talk seemed like a frantic
skeleton dance music set to something very real, and full of suffering

"How beautiful!" said Miss O'Keefe

Oh, it was beautiful, this little patch of grass, with the towers of
Westminster massed round it black, high in the air, after the
drawing-room; it was silent, after that noiseAfter all, they had
that--the tired woman, the children

Prickett Ellis lit a pipeThat would shock her; he filled it with shag
tobacco--fivepence halfpenny an ounceHe thought how he would lie in
his boat smoking, he could see himself, alone, at night, smoking under
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