- Aug 2016
rolling in at the open window and driving its way through so many narrow and intricate corridors in my own brain and in those of other human beings
(aside from the fact that I find this sentence very interesting in itself) This uses personification of energy (driving) as well as carries words describing the brain (intricate corridors) that I feel really add to how she and the reader feeling in this section (detached yet there)
What remained for him but to fly to a third corner and then to a fourth?
An analogy for how life is ephemeral, and often very linear, not giving one the chance to make a "unique" decision. Woolf visits this topic often, giving the essay a depressing feeling.