Mrs. Dalloway has changed my life, she mused as she tripped lightly down the congested Hamilton stairwell
---like trying to climb the Great Wall during peak tourist season, minus the sweat and cheap souvenirs---
but ever since she’d finished reading it she couldn’t stop thinking about what the people around her were
---oh thank god, she tried to push the doors open, are they usually this heavy? Oh, it's the wheelchair accessible one,fresh air at last---
thinking about when they pass by.
Like that guy, she thought as she strolled leisurely past the dome-thing outside of Wallach
