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FINES will be charged if book is returned after the date stamped below. 071513 6 H70 93 DUALISM IN THE NOVELS OF VIRGINIA WOOLF by Theodore Harakas A DISSERTATION Submitted to Michigan State University in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of DOCTOR OF PHILOSOPHY Department of English 1982 ABSTRACT DUALISM IN THE NOVELS oF VIRGINIA W‘OOLF By Theodore Harakas The purpose of this dissertation is to discuss Virginia Woolf‘s efforts in her novels to explore and express the implications of her dualistic understanding of reality, a dualism.that results from what she understood as a seemingly unresolvable conflict between "the stern and philosophical self” and the "eager and dissatisfied self." She expresses the problem that results from this dualism, and the problem that is at the center of all of her fiction, in a diary entry: "The problem is the usual oneevhow to adjust the two worlds." My dissertation identifies the nature of the "adjustments" she achieved in The Voyage Out, Night and Day, Jacob‘s Room, Mrs. Dalloway, To the Li hthouse, and The Waves, and establishes a basis for understanding that the most profound adjustment of the two worlds she achieved was not in The Waves, which most critics believe to be her most successful novel, but rather in To the Lighthouse, in which she not only explores and expresses the conflict, but also resolves it. My discussion of the novels, particularly of To the Lighthouse and The Waves, extends upon ideas developed by Stephen Pepper in The Basis of Criticism in the Arts and Werd Hypotheses, I conclude that Woolf‘s success in To the Lighthouse results from the fact that it is only in that novel that she accepts the limitations of what Pepper defines as the "contextualistic world hypothesis," and does not, as she did in The Waves, reach beyond the limitations of that categorical approach to reality. DEDICATION This dissertation is dedicated to my wife, Marybeth, and my daughter, Vivian. ii ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I would like to express my gratitude to the Faculty of the English Department at‘Michigan State University for their guidance and patience. iii TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAPTER Page I. RETREAT FROM VISION IN THE WAVES, . . , . . . . . . . . . 1 II. THE EARLY NOVELS: DUALTSM DEFINED. . . . . . . . . . . . 26 The Voyage Qut . . . , . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29 Night and Day. , . . , . , , . . . . . , . . , . . . 45 III. ACCEPTANCE OF DUALISM IN JACOB‘S ROOM AND W 0 DALLOWA‘Y , C V 1 1 I I Q Q 9 I I Q C Y 9. '. ! 9 O Q R Q 5 7 JECOb " S Room I Q C, 9‘ Q q g g g Q g 9 a q o Q 0. Q 0 fi 65 vars . DallowaX, . Q ‘ g '1 g 1 Q o g Q o 0 Q ‘ 0 Q o O 90 IV. REDEMPTIVE VISION IN TO THE LIGHTHODSE. . . . . . . . . . 107 “The Window”: Mrs. Ramsey‘s Temperament . . . . . . 120 "‘Time Passes" and ”The Lighthouse": Lily‘s Temperament . , . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 139 V. BIBLIOGRAPHY. , , . , . , . . . . 9 q . . , . . . . q . , 158 Primary Sources, . t . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 158 Secondary Sources. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 159 iv CHAPTER I: RETREAT FROM VISION IN THE WAVES The matter that detains us now may seem, To many, neither dignified enough Nor arduous, yet will not be scorned by them, Who, looking inward, have observed the ties That bind the perishable hours of life Each to the other, and the curious props By which the world of memory and thought Exists and is sustained. William Wordsworth, The Prelude, Bk. VII, lines 458e465. While writing The Waves (1931), Virginia Woolf copies this passage into her diary and noted it as something she wanted to remember.1 Her readers will understand readily why the lines interested her, for she is surely one who looked inward for the singleness of identity that 1The Diary of Virginia Wbolf, ed. by Anne Oliver Bell (New York: Harcourt, Brace, Jovanovich, 1980), August 22; 1929, vol. III, p. 247. Because several future references to the diary are to entries not yet published by Ms. Bell, all future references will be to A.Writer's Diary, selected and edited by Leonard Woolf. Some entries, such as 'flfis one, do not appear in A Writer's Diary, but do appear in the already published work of MB. Bell. I will refer to the diary frequently in this dissertation for establishing Woolf‘s personal understanding of her techniques and themes. Leonard Woolf‘s comments about the importance of the diary for understanding Woolf‘s work draw attention to its significance: "In A: Writer‘s Diary I published extracts from Virginia‘s diary which show her engrossed in the dayetOAday work of writing these books. She uses these pages as Beethoven used his Notebooks to jot down an idea or partially work a theme to be used months or years later in a novel or a Symphony. While writing a book, in the diary she communes with her- self about it and its meaning or object, its scenes and characters. She reveals, more nakedly perhaps than any other writer has done, the exquisite pleasures and pains, the splendors and miseries, of artistic creation, the relation of the creator both to his creation and his characters and also to his critics and his public." Downhill All the EEN: An Autobiography of the Years 1919 to 1939 (New York: Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc., 1967), p. 148. Wbrdsworth asserts. Bernard, in a soliloquy given while awaiting the arrival of Percival, who is the symbol of the unity of identity that each of the characters in The Waves was in search of, voices both the need and the novel's understanding of the human capacity to fulfill the need: "I conceive myself called upon to provide, some winter's night, a meaning for all my observations--a line that runs from one to another, a summing up that completes." But he concludes the soliloquy with an understanding that precludes such a summing up: "There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is to any- thing? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. we are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not."2 The Waves is WOolf's most radical exploration of this conflict. Abstractly stated, the struggle recorded in the novel opposes each character's sense of the fragmentation and meaninglessness of existence in general with the need to affirm the existence of a unified selfhood that transcends this general truth. Almost without deviation, the formal soliloquies which comprise the novel address this tOpic explicitly. Although significantly concerned with the flux of images and thoughts in the minds of the characters, The Waves is neither written in streamrof-consciousness style, nor is the subject matter of the formal soliloquies the stream-of—consciousness of the characters. Instead, the thoughts of the characters are carefully pared to include only material pertinent to the question the novel asks: "I am.conscious 2Virginia WOolf, The Waves (London: The Hogarth Press, 1963), pp. 83-84. of flux, of disorder; or annihilation and despair. If this is all, this is worthless,"3 says Louis at one point, and Neville, at another, in response to an entreaty from Bernard to confront their common enemy, says, "Oppose ourselves to this illimitable chaos. . .this formless im'besility."4 Because of the consistency of this focus, The waves is the most purely philosophical novel Virginia WOolf wrote, and perhaps the most purely philosophical novel in English. The title is indicative of the conflict that the novel tries to resolve. The relationship of the individual wave to the sea in Th3 ‘Waggg is symbolic of the relationship between the individual man to the whole of existence. A conflict within the novel about the meaning of this symbolism provides an expression of the central conflict of the novel. At times, the waves are seen as meaningful entities, in which the individual wave, symbolic of individual life, is a metonomy for the sea, which is eternal and whole; at other times, each wave is seen to be limited and temporal, subject to forces that destroy its integrity and render its existence meaningless. Interpreters of the novel characteristically see the resolution of the conflict as an affirmation of being in which man achieves redemption from the pathos and terror of nothingness by recognizing ". . .that life's flux is precisely its unity."5 "The individual life is a wave, and life itself is the sea; to look at oneself as only one wave is to perish when that single wave breaks, but to see oneself as an indivisible part of the sea, composed 3The waves, p. 67. 4The Waves, p. 160. 5James Hafley, The Glass Roof: Virginia Wbolf as Novelist (New York: Russell and Russell, Inc., 1963), p. 108. of innumerable drops of water--as part of wave after wave——is to gain immortality."6 N. C. Thakur, reading the novel through categories derived from eastern mysticism, concludes that the conflict is resolved in the recognition of life as spirit: "Immune from change, it is death— less. It only changes its form, it never dies. Like the breaking wave that, changing its shape, turns into its original form, the spirit, casting away the body that it wears, attains its pristine form and glory——the still point of the revolving wheel."7 For Jean Guiguet, too, the resolution of the struggle is affirmative, a ". . .victory of order over chaos, of truth over the unknown, of Being over Nothingness."8 These conceptions of the meaning of The Waves and, by extension, of Woolf's writings as a whole, are highlighted by the critics' discussions of the concluding soliloquy of the novel. After a long and pessimistic meditation about the unfulfillment of his own life and of the lives of his friends, Bernard rejects the nihilism of his thoughts and reawakens to life: Curse you then. However beat and done with it all I am, I must haul myself up, and find the parti— cular coat that belongs to me; must push my arms into the sleeves; must muffle myself up against the night air and be off. I, I, I, tired as I am, spent as I am, and almost worn out with all this rubbing of my nose along the surfaces of things, even I, an elderly man who is getting rather heavy and dislikes exertion must take myself off and catch some last train. 6Hafley, p. 112. 7N. C. Thakur, The Symbolism of Virginia WOolf (London: Oxford University Press, 1965), p. 123. 8Jean Guiguet, Virginia Woolf and Her Works, trans. by Jean Stewart (New York: Harcourt, Brace, and WOrld, Inc., 1965), pp. 294—5. Again I see before me the usual street. The canopy of civilisation is burnt out. The sky is dark as polished whale-bone. But there is a kindling in the sky whether of lamplight or of dawn. There is a stir of some sort-sparrows on plane trees somewhere chirping. There is a sense of the break of day. I will not call it dawn. What is dawn in the city to an elderly man standing in the street looking up rather dizzily at the sky? Dawn is some sort of whitening of the sky; some sort of renewal. Another day; another Friday; another twentieth of March, January, or September. Another general awakening. The stars crawl back and are extinguished. The bars deepen themselves between the waves. The film of mist thickens on the fields. A redness gathers on the roses, even on the pale rose that hangs by the bedroom window. A bird chirps. Cottagers light their early candles. Yes, this is the eternal renewal, the incessant rise and fall and fall and rise again. And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, some— thing rising beneath me like the proud horse whole rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he gaIIOped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling my- self, unvanquished and unyielding, 0 Death! The waves broke on the shore.9 Thakur concludes that, "With this vision Bernard is able to fling him- self unvanquished and unyielding against Death. For him, 'Death is swallowed up; victory is won.‘ He can say with the Apostle Paul, '0 Death, where is your victory? 0 Death, where is your sting?”10 But Thakur, like most of Woolf's critics, is too quick to identify Bernard's final understanding as Woolf's own resolution of the conflict, and cOnsequently to see the statement as an expression or embodiment of the theme of The Waves, and as the culmination of Woolf's lifelong effort 9The waves, pp. 210-1. 10Thakur, p. 124. to grasp and express a redemptive vision of life based upon the unity and permanence of the self. Wordsworth's ". . .ties/That bind the perishable hours of life/Each to the other. . .," his ". . .curious props/By which the world of memory and thought/Exists and is sustained . . .," are observed by Thakur as ". . .a spirit that can see but is not seen, that can know everything without being told anything, that is 'unconfined and capable of being everywhere on the verge of things and ' and that 'can change no more.‘ Immune from change, it is 11 here too, deathless." Bernard, however, is not a spokesman for WOolf even though he shares much with the author in his role as a novelist and, more importantly, in his sensibility. Aesthetic distance exists between the author and her character in a way that is analogous to the distance between James Joyce and Stephen Dedalus in A Portrait of the Artist as I§_Young Man. Both novels end with rhapsodic affirmations of the future that affirm life and aspiration in the face of destructive and paralyzing realizations. But readers of Ulysses know that Stephen's final words are not Joyce's resolution of the conflict between private awareness and public allegiance that is the substance of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young_Man, but his own; we shall likewise discover that Bernard's soliloquy is by no means meant to be understood as the resolution of the thematic conflict of The Waves. Joyce the ironist hears the self- asserting words of his youthful self with the same sense of detachment that characterizes his relationship to all his works. WOOlf voices symbolically her resignation to the failure Bernard must ultimately Confront: "The waves broke on the shore." llThakur, p . 123 . This concluding image coheres with the tone of pathos and unful- fillment that pervades the novel. All of its seemingly triumphant moments are dissipated and repudiated by ensuing experience. Repeatedly, we see that intuitions of the self's unity and permanence, of the singleness of identity that the six figures search for, are, if not illusory, too fragile for man to sustain. Bernard's is a single mind, one of the six that encompass collectively the scope of WOOlf's vision in The waves. To read him as her chosen perspective from among six alternatives offered by the novel is to forget too much that is profound and valid in the others' responses to existence and to neglect the fact that much in her own life and thought suggests that she identified variously with each of the characters.12 Of wealf's critics only David Daiches reminds us of the continuing significance of the understandings of the other characters at the end of the novel: "Yet Bernard's summing up is not really a summing up, for he is simply one of the six, not a figure who is built up to include the other five. His conclusions are his own, neither the author's nor the other characters', and Rhoda the timid, Jinny the sensuous, Susan the domestic lover of earth; Louis with his middle-class intelligence and Neville, poetic and dependent--they all disappear without the pattern of their lives being finally interpreted or integrated."13 Bernard's limited role in the novel can best be understood by identifying Woolf's unique intentions in The Waves. During the early 12"This morning I could have said what Rhoda said. 'This proves that the book is alive; because it has not crushed the thing I wanted to say, but allowed me to slip it in, without any compression or alteration,'" A Writer's Diary, February 20, 1930, p. 151. 13David Daiches, Virginia WOOIf (lst rev. ed.; New York: New Directions, 1963), p. 19. stages of writing, Woolf described her novel as an "abstract, mystical, eyeless book."14 Although she conceived of the novel as in some sense autobiographical ("Autobiography, it might be called."15), she struggled with the problem of distance between herself and her characters. "But who is she? I am very anxious that‘she should have no name. I don't want a Lavinia or a Penelope: I want 'she. ' But that becomes arty." Four months later, after several unsatisfactory beginnings, we find her still struggling with the problem of distance: ". . .several problems cry out still to be solved. Who thinks it? And am I outside the thinker? One wants some device that is not a trick."17 To resolve this problem Woolf eliminated the single mind who "thinks" the novel and developed instead a series of characters who collectively represent a single mind: "The Waves is, I think, resolving itself (I am at page 100) into a series of dramatic soliloquies. The thing is to keep them running homogeneously in and out, in the rhythm of the waves." This Structure is the reason she conceived of The Waves as "the most complex and difficult of all my books,"19 for it presented her with the problem of depicting the totality of a single mind by representing all of its asPects as six characters who seem to have lives of their own. The WaVes is autobiographical in the sense that none of the six characters \ 14A Writer's Diary (New York: Nov- 7, 1929, p. 134. Harcourt, Brace & WOrld, Inc., 1968), 15A Writer's Diary, May 28, 1930, p. 139. 16A Writer's Diary, May 28, 1930, p. 139. 17A Writer's Diary, Sept. 25, 1930, p. 142. 1 8A Writer's Diary, Aug. 20, 1930, p. 153. 1 9A Writer's Diary, Feb. 20, 1930, p. 151. have meaning except as they embody a distinct and significant aspect of the author's own dialogue with mutability and fragmentation. To the Lighthouse (1927), published four years before The Waves, had been Woolf's attempt to resolve the question of identity in relationship to the overpowering presences of her parents: The Waves asks the question of identity of the universe itself. The unique structure she devised to ask this question was the reason she was perplexed by the London Times "Odd that they reviewer who praised her characterizations in The Waves: 20 (the Times) should praise my characters when I meant to have none." Ralph Freedman, in his seminal study of Woolf's narrative technique, draws our attention to the existence of a collective identity among the characters: "Through such a network of interlocking qualities, which branch out into the minutest details, a picture is created that portrays the six characters not as a social group but as a single organism—-one SYlllbol of a common humanity."21 Later, in identifying this symbol of htlnlanity as a single person, he implies the existence of a romantic microcosmic-macrocosmic relationship: ". . .memories overlap until a netznvork, sometimes expressed as a composition of alternating soliloquies, emerge like the inner life of a single person." We are reminded again of Woolf's interest in The Prelude, for implicit in the idea that the Six characters can represent both the inner life of a single person and the Whole of humanity is the fundamental romantic aspiration to Obliterate the distinction between the particular and the universal. \ 20A Writer's Diar , Oct. 5, 1931, p. 167. Studies in Hermann Hesse, 21Ralph Freedman, The Lyrical Novel: Oxford University Press, 1963), WGide, and Virginia Woolf (London: . 52. 22Freedman, p . 253 . 10 "To see the world in a grain of sand" was Blake's formula for redemption from Urizen's nightmare. Translated into the question of identity, redemption required the assertion of a transcendental ego that would encompass and give meaning to the labyrinth of detail that comprises the empirical ego. Percival serves as a symbol of this transcendental ego iJI'The waves. The moment of awareness that he centers is the only moment wduan the characters see themselves in command of time and change. The rarity of their collective identity stands for them as a synecdoche for a tunity in the universe that withstands the influence of changing ciJscumstance, while at the same time enveloping all circumstance within itself: 'Now once more,‘ said Louis, 'as we are about to part, having paid our bill, the circle in our blood, broken so often, so sharply, for we are so different, closes in a ring. Something is made. Yes, as we rise and fidget, a little nervously, we pray, holding in our hands this common feeling, 'Do not move, do not let the swing—door cut to pieces the thing that we have made, that globes itself here, among these lights, these feelings, this litter of bread crumbs and people passing. Do not move, do not go. Hold it for ever.‘ 'Let us hold it for one moment,’ said Jinny; 'love, hatred, by whatever name we call it, this globe whose walls are made of Percival, of youth and beauty, and something so deep sunk.within us that we shall perhaps never make this moment out of one man again.’ 'Forests and far countries on the other side of the world,‘ said Rhoda, 'are in it; seas and jungles; the howlings of jackals and moonlight falling upon some high peak where the eagle soars.‘ 'Happiness is in it,' said Neville, 'and the quiet of ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book ‘with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as ‘we sit silent, or, perhaps, bethinking us of some trifle, suddenly speak.‘ 'Week-days are in it,’ said Susan, 'Mbnday, Tuesday, lflednesday; the horses going up to the fields, and the liorses returning; the rooks rising and falling, and <3atching the elmrtrees in their net, whether it is .April, whether it is November.’ 'What is to come is in it,‘ said Bernard. 'That is the last drop and the brightest that we let fall like 11 Some supernal quicksilver into the swelling and splendid moment created by us from.Percival. What is to come? I ask, brushing the crumbs from my waistcoat, what is outside? We have proved, sitting eating, sitting talking, that we can add to the treasury of moments. We are not slaves bound to suffer incessantly unrecorded petty blows on our bent backs. We are not sheep either, following a master. We are creators. We too have made something that will join the innumerable congregations of past time. We too, as we put on our hats and push open the door, stride not into chaos, but into a world that our own force can subjugat§3and make part of the illumined and everlasting road.' The question that the characters in The Waves ask about this moment of collective awareness is quintessentially romantic: "Was it a vision, or a waking dream?" Nothing less than the verification of this moment as a vision of an unchanging and all encompassing principle of existence could provide a basis for the unity of identity for which each character searches. Bernard, while awaiting the others' arrival at the restaurant, is exPlicit in defining this function for Percival: "He rides on; the multitude cluster round him, regarding him as if he were--what indeed 2 . he is——a God." 4 But "the line that runs from one to another," the "Summing up that completes" which each of the characters believed he exPerienced at the restaurant is erased by experience. The sense of a unified identity is destroyed. The six aspects of the novel's collective mind which for a moment seemed to cohere separate again and are never reaLsSembled: "The flower," said Bernard, "the red carnation that stood in the vase on the table of the restaurant when we dined together with \2 3The Waves, pp. 104—5. 24 The Waves, p. 92. 12 25 The Percival is become a six-sided flower; made up of six lives." ephemeralness of their momentary triumph over fragmentation and mutability is what Woolf emphasizes in The Waves rather than the enduring and redemptive value of what they achieved at the restaurant. The one question on all of their minds in the last half of the novel is the question asked by Frost's oven bird: "what to make of a diminished thing?" No positive answer is achieved. The importance of this failure to sustain the sense of unified identity achieved at the restaurant does not seem to be recognized by As noted critics who see the final meaning of The Waves as affirmative. earlier, the standard interpretation of the novel is that it finally affirms a process philOSOphy instead of a philosophy based upon an unchanging absolute. Hafley states this understanding most explicitly: "This uniformity of style in the soliloquies has several functions, one Of the most important of which is that it emphasizes and extends the book's statement that the very unity found beneath the diversity is the essence of diversity itself——that life's flux is precisely its unity."26 That such is the substance of Bernard's” final awareness is not disputed; but that it provides or was intended to provide a redemptive resolution to the dilemma probed by the novel cannot be accepted. Hafley and those in agreement with him ask us to see the answer to the question the novel asks as being, ironically, the question itself. But the conclusion that ! ‘Life's flux is precisely its unity," can be easily paraphrased into a rather commonplace wisdom withOut altering its meaning: "The only \ 25The Waves, p. 162. 26 Hafley, p. 101. 13 permanence in life is change itself." For Virginia wealf, such an awareness is not the end of inquiry into life's meaning, but the beginning. In "Street Haunting: A London Adventure," an impressionistic essay irritten within the year that wealf finished The waves, Wholf provides a clear statement of the theme of this novel; and of the basic problem that she encounters in all of her work. Yet it is Nature's folly, not ours. When she set about her chief masterpiece, the making of man, she should have thought of one thing only. Instead, turning her head, looking over her shoulder, into each one of us she let creep instincts and desires which are utterly at variance with his main being, so that we are streaked, variegated, all of a mixture; the colours have run. Is the true self this which stands on the pavement in January, or that which bends over the balcony in June? Am I here, or am I there? Or is the true self neither this nor that, neither here nor there, but something so varied and wandering that it is only when we give rein to its wishes and let it take its way unimpeded that we are indeed ourselves. Circumstances com e1 unity; for convenience sake a man must be whole. IEIiAS dilemma is the dilemma of The Waves. Man cannot finally place him- self in his universe; he cannot know the truth about his own existence. Yet; something in that state of being that he cannot know demands no less 'flléirl this final knowledge. When she began The waves weelf wrote in her di£3133r: "So the days pass and I search for an unwavering certitude: ask myself sometimes whether one is not hypnotized, as a child by a silver 31‘3E>€e, by life; and whether this is living. . . .I should like to take the globe in my hands and feel it quietly, smooth, heavy, and so hold it, day after day."28 This is the "globe whose walls are made of Percival," \ 227 Collected Essays (4 vols; New York: Harcourt, Brace & WOrld, , .1967), II, 161. .28 Inc . A Writer's Diary, Nov. 28, 1928, p. 135. 14 that Jinny speaks of at the restaurant. It symbolizes a reality that is "One thing," immutable and unchanging, and that is "something abstract; but residing in the downs or sky,"29 and, by extension, in human identity. Bernard's rhapsodic assertion at the end of The Waves is Woolf's acknowledgment of the persistence of this need, rather than an indication that it can be fulfilled. His battle with death will take him again on the search for an unwavering identity, "Which having been must ever be."30 Implicit in that imperative, and in the failure he must again encounter, is the theme of The Waves. The theme of The Waves, then, is that man cannot know what he needs to know, and that he cannot accept this limitation. "Our need mocks 31 Reality is too complex to be resolved into a stilled our gear . " We will awareness of an absolute that gives redemptive meaning to life. not find the "still point in the revolving wheel" for which our nature coInpels us to seek because our modes of knowing, which lead us to an _¥ 29"Often down here I have entered a sanctuary; a nunnery; had a religious retreat; of great agony once, and always some terror; so afraid one is of loneliness; of seeing to the bottom of the vessel. That, is one of the experiences I have had here in some August; and got then to a consciousness of what I call "reality"; a thing I see before something abstract; but residing in the downs or sky; beside which Reality me; nothing matters; in which I shall rest and continue to exist. I Call it. I fancy sometimes this is the most necessary thing to me: that which I seek. But who knows——once one takes a pen and writes? dif f icult not to go making "reality" this and that, whereas it is one this perhaps is what distinguishes thing. Now perhaps this is my gift: me from other pe0p1e: I think it may be rare to have so acute a sense 0“- Something like that—-but again, who knows? I would like to express it. too." A Writer's Diar , Sept. 10, 1928, p. 132. Intimations of Immortality from How 30William Wordsworth, "Ode: Recollections of Early Childhood," line 184. 31Adrienne Rich, "Double Monologue," Snapshots of a Daughter-in—Law (New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 1956), p. 34. 15 unacceptable conclusion, are inadequate to the task: we are "Nature's folly." At times, w001f resigned herself to this reality: But, I thought, there is always some sediment of irritation when the moment is as beautiful as it is now. The psychologists must explain; one looks up, one is overcome by beauty extravagantly greater than one could expect-—there are now pink clouds over Battle; the fields are mottled, marbled--one's perceptions blow out rapidly like air balls expended by some rush of air, and then, when all seems blown to its fullest and tautest, with beauty and beauty and beauty, a pin pricks; it collapses. But what is the pin? So far as I could tell, the pin had some— thing to do with one's own impotency. I cannot hold this——I cannot express this--I am overcome by it—-I am mastered. Somewhere in that region one's discon— tent lay; and it was allied with the idea that one's nature demands mastery over all that it receives; and mastery here meant the power to convey what one saw now over Sussex so that another person could share it. And further, there was another prick in the pin: one was wasting one's chance; for beauty spread out at one's own right hand, at one's left; at one's back too; it was escaping all the time; one could only offer a thimble to a torrent that could fill baths, lakes. But relinquish, I said (it is well known how, in circumstances like these the self splits up and one self is eager and dissatisfied and the other stern and philosophical), relinquish these impossible aspirations; be content with the view in front of us, and believe me when I tell you that it is best to sit and soak; to be passive; to accept; and do not bother because nature has given you six little pocket knives with ‘which to carve up the body of a whale. But the resignation she advises in this passage is not the final adVice implicit in her writings: "One's nature demands mastery over al]_ 'tflnat it receives." The "eager and dissatisfied" self cannot iEj-IIELILILy accept the conclusions of the "stern and philosophical" self. While speculating in her diary about the conclusion of The Waves, Woolf \ 2"Evening Over Sussex: Reflections in a Motor Car," Collected m, II, 290-91. l6 tells us unequivocally that the conflict itself is the novel's theme: "It occurred to me last night while listening to a Beethoven quartet that I would merge all of the interjected passages into Bernard's final speech and end with the words 0 solitude: thus making him absorb all those scenes and having no further break. This is go show that the theme effort, effort, dominates: not the waves: and personality: and defiance: [my italics]."33 Thus, Bernard's self-assertion does not represent as Professor Guiget says, a "triumph of Being over Nothingness." Rather, it is for Woolf only the affirmation of the will to being in the face of the nothingness indicated by evidence of experience . This sense of meaninglessness is grounded in a skepticism that is ". . .my temperament, I think, is evidenced throughout Woolf's career: to be very little persuaded of the truth of anything."34 Her "stern, Philosophical" self characteristically rejects all redemptive under- standings of existence: "I shall make myself face the fact that there is nothing-—nothing for any of us. Work, reading, writing are all disguises; and relations with people. Yes, even having children would be Ilseless."35 Such nihilistic statements occur too frequently in her Cl3"-<'='l1:‘:i_es and novels to be neglected in the effort to understand her ViSalon of life. They, together with the recurrent moments of vision \ 33A Writer's Diary, Dec. 22, 1930, p. 156. the Symbolic meaning of the waves suggested by this statement and many others in the diary belies the likelihood of the waves functioning as affirmative symbols at the end of the novel as is suggested by Thakur and Haf ley . The understanding of 34A Writer's Diary, Nov. 7, 1928, p. 134. 35A Writer's Diary, June 23, 1929, p. 140. 17 that are the products of her "eager and dissatisfied self" are for her the verities of existence, verities which point to a duality in exis— tence that man must understand and confront. "The problem," she says in a diary entry that defines the central problem in all of her novels, adjust the two worlds. It is no good "36 "is the usual one: how to getting violently excited: one must combine. My purpose will be to discuss Virginia Woolf's efforts to achieve an "adjustment" of these worlds that does, unlike The Waves, provide a redemptive vision of human existence. My contention is that, in The Waves, Woolf retreats from the more adequate solution she had already achieved in To the Lighthouse, a novel which offers a redemptive vision that incorporates the persistent verities of her understanding of life. What distinguishes the "adjustment" expressed in The Waves, from the "adjustment" expressed in To the Lighthouse is what distinguishes fruitless but necessary effort from accomplishment. To the Lighthouse, I believe, is- the only novel Woolf wrote in which the conflict between the "eager and dissatisfied self" and the "stern and phflOSOphical self" is not only acknowledged, but transcended. Since this need to achieve a redemptive vision of life is the principal motivation of all of her central characters, and her own stated Ililotivation for her efforts as a novelist, I believe that To the We and not The Waves should be considered to be the triumph of her art. My discussion will focus on three issues: why she fails, in W, to extend upon the redemptive vision achieved in To the Li 11thouse, how her vision develops through the four novels that \3 6A Writer's Diary, February 18, 1934, p. 202. l8 precede To the Lighthouse, and what the nature of the redemptive vision expressed in To the Lighthouse is. The discussion of the first of these issues will conclude this chapter, for understanding the reasons for her retreat from vision in The Waves provides us with essential categories for understanding WOOlf's efforts and accomplishments in the early novels and in To the Lighthouse. Shortly after completing To the Lighthouse, woolf remarks in her diary about what she considered to be the success of the novel and then points ahead, beyond Orlando (1928), to what she will attempt in The waves: My present opinion is that it is easily the best of my books: fuller than J's R and less spasmodic, occupied with more things than Mrs. D. and not com? plicated with all the desperate accompaniment of madness. It is freer and subtler, I think. Yet I have no idea of any other to follow it: which may mean that I have made my method perfect and it will now stay like this and serve whatever use I wish to put it to. Before, some development of method brought fresh subjects to view, because I saw a chance of being able to say them. Yet I am now and then haunted by some semi-mystic very profound life _of a woman, which shall be told on one occasion; and time shall be utterly obliterated; future shall somehow blossom out of past. One incident--say the fall of a flower shall contain it. My theory being that the actual event practically does not exist-— 37 nor time either. But I don't want to force this. . . The method she finally adopts for The Waves is, of course, more different than like the method of To the Lighthouse. With the exception of the "Time Passes" interlude, To the Lighthouse is written in the stream-of—consciousness style that dominated the experimental fiction of the early twentieth century, a style that had its first remarkable success in the works of Marcel Proust and its principal development in 37A writer's Diary, November 23, 1926, pp. 103-4. 19 English in the works of Joyce, Faulkner, Wolfe, Dos Passos, and Virginia WOOlf. It was a style admirably suited for what we can define retrospectively as a common understanding of the human condition shared by these writers, namely, that if an answer to the dispiriting implications of the mechanistic theories of the Enlightenment was to be found, it would be found within the individual consciousness of man through the verification of the belief that in the experience of life as a mental quality man can discover something in the human condition that is exempt from the laws of the empirically observed world. Proust, for example, guided by the writings of Henri Bergson, tells us in .A Remembrance of Things Past that "A single minute released from the chronological order of time has recreated in us a human being similarly released."38 Freedman acknowledges the prevalence of this understanding among the experimental writers of the early twentieth century, and also the relationship between these writers and the writers of the romantic movement, when he tells us that "The prevailing View in the romantic and symbolist traditions usually presupposed that experience was primarily a mental quality and that the *mind' reflects a reality which is obscured by the physical world."39 Freedman's linking of romanticism and symbolism, though valid in terms of the issue he is discussing, is to some extent misleading, and it is in understanding a major philosophical difference between the two traditions that we can come to an understanding of the difference 38Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past (New York: Random House, 1934), vol. II, p. 996. 39 Freedman, p. 267. 20 between wealf's vision in To the Lighthouse and her vision in The waves. My contention is that Woolf, in The Waves, did not continue with the method that had served to capture and express the vision of life she had been working towards in all of her earlier novels because she could no longer be satisfied with the limitations of that vision. The vision in The waves represents a retreat from the satisfactory resolution of the conflict between the "two worlds" that she achieved in To the Lighthouse, a resolution grounded in the ideas behind the symbolist ‘movement, and sought instead to express the resolution in romantic terms. The key to understanding this retreat is her first comment, quoted above, about what she hOped to achieve in The Waves——the "obliteration" of time. To understand the pertinent difference between the two traditions, we must identify the philosophical hypotheses that lie behind them; hypotheses that are most markedly different in regards to the subject of time. Stephen Pepper, in world Hypotheses and in The Basis of Criticism in the Arts, provides us with categorical understandings that are useful in identifying these differences. Pepper identifies four major "world hypotheses" in the history of philosophy which he labels as "formism," "mechanism," "contextualism," and "organicism." His discussions of the differences between organicism and contextualism will be useful in discussing the differences between the vision of To the Lighthouse and The waves for it is my contention that Woolf, by nature a contextualist and a symbolist, retreated from the adequate expression of a redemptive vision based on the ideas of contextualism in To the Lighthouse, and sought in The Waves to tie the human search for redemptive meaning to organistic, and therefore, romantic ideas. 21 Contextualism and organicism, says Pepper, though related to each other in that both oppose the analytical epistemology of formism and mechanism in their common assertion that a synthetic truth, verifiable only through subjective experience rather than through logic or empirical observation, differ from each other in their respective 40 understandings of the implications of this truth. For the organicist, says Pepper, " . . .Since the absolute is implicit in all fragments, and in the absolute all contradictions and evidences of fragmentariness are transcended, and in the very nature of the absolute no facts what— ever are left out, then in absolute fact there are no fragments."41 He continues by saying that "The issue (between the contextualist and the organicist) comes to a head in the doctrine of time."42 Time, for the organicist, is finally understood to be unreal: ". . .we may be assured that in the absolute there is no problem of time, and that all things are organic, and that all things are saved and in their prOper places. Since the absolute is the absolute truth, and time and change cannot in the absolute be true, time and change are not true, not real, not facts."43 It is certainly the need to affirm a similar understanding of the unreality of time that led WOOlf to anticipate writing a novel in which "time shall be utterly obliterated" and when we look again at 40". . .it is tempting to regard these two theories as species of the same theory, one being dispersive and the other integrative. . . . But the insistence on integration which is characteristic of organicism makes so great a difference that it is wiser to consider them as two theories." werld Hypotheses, p. 280. 41wpr1d Hypgtheses, pp. 307—8. 42World Hypotheses, p. 308. 43werldHypotheses, p. 313. 22 the claims made by the characters at the restaurant about the nature of the vision they are experiencing together, we see that this need is what governed the actual composition of the novel. Their moment of vision is characterized by the assertion that all "fragments" are included in the absolute truth they are experiencing; the inability to sustain belief in the redemptive power of this vision is the focus of the last half of the novel. The resolution of the conflict between the two selves offered and later denied in The Waves is achieved by momentarily denying the reality of the world as seen and understood by the "stern and philosophical self," and in so doing; achieving a vision of ultimate reality in whidh time is obliterated. It is in man's need to affirm the validity of such a truth, and his inability to sustain the belief, that we find the theme of The Waves. Contextualism, says Pepper, differs from organicism and the other world hypotheses in that it does not depend upon the assertion of an all-encompassing absolute which gives meaning to the particulars of existence. Its ontology is "horizontal" rather than "vertical" in that the experience of truth is the experience of a truth implicit in the immediate context of experience rather than the experience of a truth that reveals an all—encompassing absolute: Contextualism is accordingly sometimes said to have a horizontal cosmology in contrast to the other views, which have a vertical cosmology. There is no top or bottom to the contextualistic world. In formism or mechanism or organicism one has only to analyze in certain specific ways and one is bound, so it is believed, ultimately to get to the bottom or the top of things. Contextualism justifies no such faith. There is no cosmological mode of analysis that - guarantees the whole truth or the arrival at the ultimate nature of things. On the other hand, one does not need to hunt for a distant cosmological truth, since every present event gives it as fully 23 as it can be given. All one has to do to get at the sort of thing the world is, is to realize, intuit, gez the quality of whatever happens to be going on.4 Time, for the contextualist, exists in two modes, schematic and "actual," or what Bergson calls "duration." To experience the "quality" (of any context, we must experience it within "duration," but the truth that results from this experience does not repudiate the reality of schematic time. Schematic time is simply irrelevant to that truth. "The great function of schematic time," says the contextualist, "is to (order. . .nonactual events. But actual time is the forward—and—backward .spread of the quality of event."45 In my discussion of To the Lighthouse, 'I will show that Woolf's treatment of time in that novel differs from the treatment of time in The Waves in that it reflects the understanding of contextualism rather than of organicism. It is my contention that the dualism of the contextualistic world hypothesis is in accord with the persistent verities of her own understanding of life, and that because of this, the redemptive vision that she expressed in To the Lighthouse, a vision that acknowledged these verities, was the climactic event in her lifelong struggle to "adjust the two worlds." WOOlf had "perfected her method” in To the Lighthouse because she had perfected her vision. The radical technical innovations of The Waves, I believe, are the result of her need to affirm a vision of life that she was by intellectual predisposition unable to affirm. Why Woolf moved in this direction in the writing of The Waves is 44World Hypotheses, p. 238. 45World Hypotheses, p. 242. 24 difficult to understand, for in doing so she resigned herself to acknowledging the inadequacy of her visions of synthetic truth to provide redemptive meaning to life, for the later novels reveal that she never again restates. the vision that characterizes To the Lighthouse. Pepper notes that the contextualist philosopher tends to try 'to reach beyond the defined limitations of his understanding of life: and that this tendency often undermines the integrity of the visimon.he has achieved: "It (contextualism) is constantly on the verge of :Ezilling back upon underlying mechanistic structures, or of resolving :hntc> the overarching implicit integrations of organicism."46 Perhaps something in accord with this tendency is what led Woolf to want to 'wrijze.a.nove1 in which time was "obliterated," and in so doing, she lrift: behind the achievement of a redemptive vision that acknowledges the: dualistic world view that is essential to contextualism and con— Siertently central to her own perception of life. That this dualism is a constant in her perception of life will become clear in my discussions of the five novels that precede the writing of The Waves, but I would like to conclude this introduction by recalling acornment that Woolf made about the function of the “OVELlist in the twentieth century, a function that she believed the nthilrist would assume from the writers of lyric poetry: . . .our age is rich in lyric poetry; no age perhaps 'has been richer. But for our generation and the generation that is coming the lyric cry of ecstasy or