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Woolf explores the relationships between women and men, and between women, as Clarissa says, "It was something central which permeated; something warm which broke up surfaces and rippled the cold contact of man and woman, or of women together. Her relation in the old days with Sally Seton. Had not that, after all, been love?" As she immerses us in each inner life, Virginia Woolf offers painful images of desire overwhelmed by society's demands.
As Mrs. Dalloway prepares for the party she is giving that evening, a series of events make her loose the composure. Her husband is invited, without her, to lunch with Lady Bruton (who, Clarissa notes, gives the most amusing luncheons, which is very important for the woman from the high society.) Meanwhile, Peter Walsh appears, just from India criticises her and tells her about his possible future marriage. His sudden arrival evokes memories of a distant past and the choices she made then. .
Virginia Woolf shows the reality through the stories the characters tell themselves to create a unity in the disparity of events of life. Every sentence is rhythmical and well-structured. The final sentence of "Mrs. Dalloway" ("Just there she was.") is very simple, but these four words are meaningful. The inversion, that is extremely frequent in the novel, emphasizes the importance of the sentences, seemingly not very significant (" it was the girls with naked shoulders she thought of, being trained to think of others by an old father." "Masterly and dry and desolate he looked- "Gently the yellow curtain with all the birds of Paradise blew out and it seemed as if there were a flight of wings into the room-) .
Repetitions and alliterations appear quite often, and they plunge us into the atmosphere of the big city, with its fuss and the mixture of sounds, so habitual and dear to Clarissa. "In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jungle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.