英国著名意识流作家伍尔夫的意识流作品,强调了女权主义.
弗吉尼亚·伍尔夫的《达洛卫夫人》情节非常简单，就是写了一天的事情。从达洛卫夫人早上买花、筹备晚会写起，一直写到子夜晚会结束、宾客离去为止。
就是这一天里，达洛卫夫人时时刻刻在对自己的生活感到怀疑。表面上的上层社会华丽舒适的生活方式，与内心的空虚交织在一起，使达洛卫夫人有一种难以言说的绝望。
请看下面这一段。早上，她看到镜子中的自己，突然百感交集。我相信很多人都有类似的感受。
她将胸针放在桌上，心中突然一征，仿佛在她沉思的时候，一只冰冷的魔爪趁机抓住了她。她还不老，刚刚跨进了人生第52个年头。还有许多的岁月等着她去过。六月，七月，八月！每一个还几乎都是完整的。就好像想抓住天上落下的雨滴一样，达洛卫夫人（走到梳妆台旁）一下子纵身进入了这个时刻的核心，将它刺穿。这个时刻，这个六月的清晨，所有其他清晨的压力都涌来了。她再一次看着镜子，看着梳妆桌，看着那些小瓶子。（当她凝视镜子的时候，）在这一瞬间，她看到了整个的她自己，她看到了一个女人精致的粉红色的面孔，这个女人今天晚上就要举办一场晚会。这张面孔就是克莱丽莎·达洛卫夫人的面孔，也就是她自己的面孔。
Laying her brooch on the table, she had a sudden spasm, as if, while she mused, the icy claws had had the chance to fix in her. She was not old yet. She had just broken into her fifty-second year. Months and months of it were still untouched. June, July, August! Each still remained almost whole, and, as if to catch the falling drop, Clarissa (crossing to the dressing-table) plunged into the very heart of the moment, transfixed it, there—the moment of this June morning on which was the pressure of all the other mornings, seeing the glass, the dressing-table, and all the bottles afresh, collecting the whole of her at one point (as she looked into the glass), seeing the delicate pink face of the woman who was that very night to give a party; of Clarissa Dalloway; of herself.
