THE WINDOWone add up this and that and conclude that it wasliking one felt, or disliking? And to those words,what meaning attached after all? Seeing how,as one stood,[%]StandingnowVW: line drawn to cancelled passage —saraheilefsonapparently transfixed, by the peartree, impressions poured in upon her of those twomen, and to follow her thought was like followinga voice which speaks too quickly to be taken downby one’s pencil, and the voice was her own voicesaying without prompting undeniable, everlasting,contradictory things, so that even the fissuresand humps ofnthe bark of the pear tree wereirrevocably fixed there for eternity?[%]You havegreatness, she continued, but Mr. Ramsay hasnone of it. He is petty, selfish, vain, egotistical;he is spoilt; he is a tyrant; he wears Mrs.Ramsay to death; but he has what you (sheaddressed Mr. Bankes) HB: Blue pencil markings possibly indicating page break in American edition. Possibly erased? have not; a fiery unworld-liness; he knows nothing about trifles; he lovesdogs and his children. He has eight. Mr.Bankes has none. Did he not come down in twocoats the other nights and let Mrs. Ramsay trimhis hair into a pudding basin? All of this dancedup and down, like a company of gnats, eachseparate, but all marvellously controlled,[%]in aninvisible elastic net—danced up and down inLily’s mind, in and about the branches of thepear tree, where still hung in effigy the scrubbedkitchen table, symbol of her profound respect43