It is official. I am not a Virginia Woolf guy. I appreciated this book more than Mrs. Dalloway, but I still struggled with it. Basically there is no plot to this story, but it is simply a look inside the minds of the characters and their rapid, deep, and depressing judgements of themselves and those around them. The language is beautiful, and the insights into the thoughts and behaviors of people are fascinating to think about, but it is just too dark for me. If people really thought that poorly of each other, this would be one heck of a sad world to live in. Also, it is too much work to judge the words and actions of others so consistently rather than to simply enjoy being in their presence.