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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: which seemed to set him at such a distance from them. But the breeze
was blowing in their faces; it lifted her hat for a second, and she
drew out a pin and stuck it in again,--a little action which seemed,
for some reason, to make her rather more fallible. Ah, if only her hat
would blow off, and leave her altogether disheveled, accepting it from
his hands!
"This is like Venice," she observed, raising her hand. "The motor-
cars, I mean, shooting about so quickly, with their lights."
"I've never seen Venice," he replied. "I keep that and some other
things for my old age."
"What are the other things?" she asked.
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