Oh, Mrs Dalloway, always giving parties... to cover the silence

Tell me a story. Tell me a story from your day.... Oh, fresh, was it? Like a... like a morning on the beach? Like that? Like that morning... when you walked out of that old house; you were eighteen, maybe I was nineteen.

I was nineteen years old... and I'd never seen anything so beautiful: you, coming out of the glass door in the early morning still sleepy. Isn't it strange? 'The most ordinary morning in anybody's life.

I'm afraid I can't make it to the party, Claris.
You've been so good to me, Mrs Dalloway.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we've been.