My thoughts are mostly on Virginia's lyricism. She used recurring words like light (thanks for the tip Ribh) and yellow to convey a sort of comfort that allowed me to begin suspending my disbelief. Likewise the transition from many people to few, being jostled to sitting untouched, hard roads to soft water. These are releases, both technical (recurring words, one or two longish sentences that were easy reads) and depicted. So I'll approach chapter two with my disbelief deliberately suspended, because I think Virginia invited me to do so.
But there's tension too. Between a couple walking in the anonymity of a crowd to a stuffy dining room with no escape from men talking about cambridge (Peterhouse and cats, which I took for St Catherine's). So gendered disparity is making tension too. Indoors and the wind.
I've got another couple of comments to share too, but will hold it back for a little longer. I don't want to steal anyone's thunder.
But there's tension too. Between a couple walking in the anonymity of a crowd to a stuffy dining room with no escape from men talking about cambridge (Peterhouse and cats, which I took for St Catherine's). So gendered disparity is making tension too. Indoors and the wind.
I've got another couple of comments to share too, but will hold it back for a little longer. I don't want to steal anyone's thunder.