She had done the usual trick - been nice. She would never know him. He would never know her. Human relations were all like that, she thought, and the worst were between men and women. Inevitably they were extremely insincere. page 101
(...) for she guessed what he was thinking - he would have written better books if he had not married. He was not complaining, he said. She knew that he had nothing whatever to complain of. (...) and he seized her hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it with an intensity that brought the tears to her eyes, and quickly he dropped it. page 77
for now, she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think. well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. page 69
a window. a house. an ordinary family. the daily and detailed life of the people that lived there and of the ones who were looking through the window.
their most deep thoughts and responses. the sweet will of James little heart. he wants to go to the lighthouse. according to his mother's will and love, this should not be denied to a child. if one (his father) refuses it, he will never forget about that non accomplished desire.
the silent and invisible tears of a marriage that is no longer as such. made of empty words. made of empty gestures. sometimes, even made of darkness.