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12 TO THE LIGHTHOUSEearly marriage; poverty; going to India; translatinga little poetry ‘very beautifully, I believe,’ beingwilling to teach the boys Persian or Hindustanee,but what really was the use of that?—and thenlying, as they saw him, on the lawn.

It flattered him; snubbed as he had been, itsoothed him that Mrs Ramsay should tell him this.Charles Tansley revived. Insinuating, too, as shedid the greatness of man’s intellect, even in its decay,the subjection of all wives—not that she blamed thegirl, and the marriage had been happy enough, shebelieved—to their husband's labours, she made himfeel better pleased with himself than he had doneyet, and he would have liked, had they taken a cab,for example, to have paid the fare. As for her littlebag, might he not carry that? No, no, she said, shealways carried that herself. She did too. Yes, hefelt that in her. He felt many things, something inparticular that excited him and disturbed him forreasons which he could not give. He would likeher to see him, gowned and hooded, walking in aprocession. A fellowship, a professorship—he feltcapable of anything and saw himself—but what wasshe looking at? At a man pasting a bill. The vastflapping sheet flattened itself out, and each shove ofthe brush revealed fresh legs, hoops, horses, glisten-ing reds and blues, beautifully smooth, until half thewall was covered with the advertisement of a circus;a hundred horsemen, twenty performing seals, lions,tigers. . . . Craning forwards, for she was short-sighted, she read out how it . . . ‘will visit thistown.' It was terribly dangerous work for a one-armed man, she exclaimed, to stand on top of a