'The evening hour, too, gives us the irresponsibility which darkness and lamplight bestow. We are no longer quite ourselves.' Virginia Woolf, A Street Haunting
'The houses and the people passing were withdrawn, nebulous. There was only a grey fog shot with yellow lights, and its cold breath on her face, and the ghosts of herself coming out the fog to meet her.' Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr Mackenzie
'The street was quite empty, a long street glistening with light like a sheet of water. Their footsteps echoed mournfully.' Jean Rhys, Quartet
'Marya would have the strange sensation that she was walking under water. The people passing were like the wavering reflections seen in water, the sound of water was in her ears. Or sometimes she would feel sure that her life was a dream - that all life was a dream. 'It's a dream,' she would think; 'it isn't real' - and be strangely comforted.' Jean Rhys, Quartet
'She was walking west, towards the torn pale late night- this troubled lingering of a day that had been troubling oppressed her, as did the long perspective of the extinct street that so few people frequented and none crossed.' Elizabeth Bowen, The Heat of the Day
The quotations are a tribute to all of the beautiful things I won't get space to write about in my dissertation; these walkings which meander in to the darkness. It is a shame because I feel I understand the experience these women are talking about. In particular the 'irresponsibility' of lamplight comes back to me whenever I find myself in the streets in the dark.
Anyway join in with the Sunday meme by following the link at the top of the post and take a little journey through old photographs!