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To the lighthouse
"
Yes
,
of
course
,
if
it
's
fine
tomorrow
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
.
"
But
you
'll
have
to
be
up
with
the
lark
,
"
she
added
.
To
her
son
these
words
conveyed
an
extraordinary
joy
,
as
if
it
were
settled
,
the
expedition
were
bound
to
take
place
,
and
the
wonder
to
which
he
had
looked
forward
,
for
years
and
years
it
seemed
,
was
,
after
a
night
's
darkness
and
a
day
's
sail
,
within
touch
.
Since
he
belonged
,
even
at
the
age
of
six
,
to
that
great
clan
which
can
not
keep
this
feeling
separate
from
that
,
but
must
let
future
prospects
,
with
their
joys
and
sorrows
,
cloud
what
is
actually
at
hand
,
since
to
such
people
even
in
earliest
childhood
any
turn
in
the
wheel
of
sensation
has
the
power
to
crystallise
and
transfix
the
moment
upon
which
its
gloom
or
radiance
rests
,
James
Ramsay
,
sitting
on
the
floor
cutting
out
pictures
from
the
illustrated
catalogue
of
the
Army
and
Navy
stores
,
endowed
the
picture
of
a
refrigerator
,
as
his
mother
spoke
,
with
heavenly
bliss
.
It
was
fringed
with
joy
.
The
wheelbarrow
,
the
lawnmower
,
the
sound
of
poplar
trees
,
leaves
whitening
before
rain
,
rooks
cawing
,
brooms
knocking
,
dresses
rustling
--
all
these
were
so
coloured
and
distinguished
in
his
mind
that
he
had
already
his
private
code
,
his
secret
language
,
though
he
appeared
the
image
of
stark
and
uncompromising
severity
,
with
his
high
forehead
and
his
fierce
blue
eyes
,
impeccably
candid
and
pure
,
frowning
slightly
at
the
sight
of
human
frailty
,
so
that
his
mother
,
watching
him
guide
his
scissors
neatly
round
the
refrigerator
,
imagined
him
all
red
and
ermine
on
the
Bench
or
directing
a
stern
and
momentous
enterprise
in
some
crisis
of
public
affairs
.
"
But
,
"
said
his
father
,
stopping
in
front
of
the
drawing-room
window
,
"
it
wo
n't
be
fine
.
"
Had
there
been
an
axe
handy
,
a
poker
,
or
any
weapon
that
would
have
gashed
a
hole
in
his
father
's
breast
and
killed
him
,
there
and
then
,
James
would
have
seized
it
.
Such
were
the
extremes
of
emotion
that
Mr.
Ramsay
excited
in
his
children
's
breasts
by
his
mere
presence
;
standing
,
as
now
,
lean
as
a
knife
,
narrow
as
the
blade
of
one
,
grinning
sarcastically
,
not
only
with
the
pleasure
of
disillusioning
his
son
and
casting
ridicule
upon
his
wife
,
who
was
ten
thousand
times
better
in
every
way
than
he
was
(
James
thought
)
,
but
also
with
some
secret
conceit
at
his
own
accuracy
of
judgement
.
What
he
said
was
true
.
It
was
always
true
.
He
was
incapable
of
untruth
;
never
tampered
with
a
fact
;
never
altered
a
disagreeable
word
to
suit
the
pleasure
or
convenience
of
any
mortal
being
,
least
of
all
of
his
own
children
,
who
,
sprung
from
his
loins
,
should
be
aware
from
childhood
that
life
is
difficult
;
facts
uncompromising
;
and
the
passage
to
that
fabled
land
where
our
brightest
hopes
are
extinguished
,
our
frail
barks
founder
in
darkness
(
here
Mr.
Ramsay
would
straighten
his
back
and
narrow
his
little
blue
eyes
upon
the
horizon
)
,
one
that
needs
,
above
all
,
courage
,
truth
,
and
the
power
to
endure
.
"
But
it
may
be
fine
--
I
expect
it
will
be
fine
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
making
some
little
twist
of
the
reddish
brown
stocking
she
was
knitting
,
impatiently
.
If
she
finished
it
tonight
,
if
they
did
go
to
the
Lighthouse
after
all
,
it
was
to
be
given
to
the
Lighthouse
keeper
for
his
little
boy
,
who
was
threatened
with
a
tuberculous
hip
;
together
with
a
pile
of
old
magazines
,
and
some
tobacco
,
indeed
,
whatever
she
could
find
lying
about
,
not
really
wanted
,
but
only
littering
the
room
,
to
give
those
poor
fellows
,
who
must
be
bored
to
death
sitting
all
day
with
nothing
to
do
but
polish
the
lamp
and
trim
the
wick
and
rake
about
on
their
scrap
of
garden
,
something
to
amuse
them
.
For
how
would
you
like
to
be
shut
up
for
a
whole
month
at
a
time
,
and
possibly
more
in
stormy
weather
,
upon
a
rock
the
size
of
a
tennis
lawn
?
she
would
ask
;
and
to
have
no
letters
or
newspapers
,
and
to
see
nobody
;
if
you
were
married
,
not
to
see
your
wife
,
not
to
know
how
your
children
were
--
if
they
were
ill
,
if
they
had
fallen
down
and
broken
their
legs
or
arms
;
to
see
the
same
dreary
waves
breaking
week
after
week
,
and
then
a
dreadful
storm
coming
,
and
the
windows
covered
with
spray
,
and
birds
dashed
against
the
lamp
,
and
the
whole
place
rocking
,
and
not
be
able
to
put
your
nose
out
of
doors
for
fear
of
being
swept
into
the
sea
?
How
would
you
like
that
?
she
asked
,
addressing
herself
particularly
to
her
daughters
.
So
she
added
,
rather
differently
,
one
must
take
them
whatever
comforts
one
can
.
"
It
's
due
west
,
"
said
the
atheist
Tansley
,
holding
his
bony
fingers
spread
so
that
the
wind
blew
through
them
,
for
he
was
sharing
Mr.
Ramsay
's
evening
walk
up
and
down
,
up
and
down
the
terrace
.
That
is
to
say
,
the
wind
blew
from
the
worst
possible
direction
for
landing
at
the
Lighthouse
.
Yes
,
he
did
say
disagreeable
things
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
admitted
;
it
was
odious
of
him
to
rub
this
in
,
and
make
James
still
more
disappointed
;
but
at
the
same
time
,
she
would
not
let
them
laugh
at
him
.
"
The
atheist
,
"
they
called
him
;
"
the
little
atheist
.
"
Rose
mocked
him
;
Prue
mocked
him
;
Andrew
,
Jasper
,
Roger
mocked
him
;
even
old
Badger
without
a
tooth
in
his
head
had
bit
him
,
for
being
(
as
Nancy
put
it
)
the
hundred
and
tenth
young
man
to
chase
them
all
the
way
up
to
the
Hebrides
when
it
was
ever
so
much
nicer
to
be
alone
.
