Important Quotations Explained
1. I oppose to what is passing this ramrod of beaten steel. I will
not submit to this aimless passing of billycock hats and Homburg hats and
all the plumed and variegated head-dresses of women . . . and the words that
trail drearily without human meaning; I will reduce you to
order.
As Louis sits in the eating-shop in the third section, he watches the
people around him, contrasting their lives with the idealized world of the
poems he reads. His own poetic project is conceived in terms of resistance,
order, and rigidity. He thinks of poetry as a steel ramrod that he will use
to straighten out the crookedness of reality. Louis’s tone is defiant,
almost angry. He refuses to “submit” to the chaos around him and will
“reduce” it to order. However, he still desires to include the details of
modern life in his art. In contrast, Bernard becomes dissatisfied with
stories precisely because they “reduce” life too much, while “reduction,” in
the sense of the elimination of the ugly or mundane, is the secret of
Neville’s creativity. Louis, meanwhile, intends to take a ramrod to reality.
The human activity he is so captivated with seems like an ocean of chaos;
the people are “aimless,” and their “dreary” words lack meaning. Louis wants
to state the meaning these passersby will never see for
themselves.
2. Should I seek out some tree? Should I desert these form rooms and
libraries, and the broad yellow page in which I read Catullus, for woods and
fields? Should I walk under beech trees, or saunter along the river bank,
where the trees meet united like lovers in the water? But nature is too
vegetable, too vapid. She has only sublimities and vastitudes and water and
leaves. I begin to wish for firelight, privacy, and the limbs of one
person.
Neville asks these questions in the second section, while he is at
school. Neville is distancing himself from the natural world and turning
toward his own private domain. The problem Neville has with nature is
similar to what Louis sees in the city—it is full of disorder and emptiness.
Neville longs for both human warmth and for an ideal state of perfection.
These two desires are contradictory, of course, but at this point in the
novel, Percival is still alive and Neville has yet to learn of the
incompatibility of perfection and temporal existence. Another problem
Neville sees with nature is simply that it is too big. Neville wants beauty,
including harmony, grace, and proportion, rather than sublimity, which is
awe-inspiring, forceful, and huge. The perfection Neville seeks is by
definition to be found on a smaller, more intimate scale. In Neville’s
desire for form and organization, we can see the beginnings of his future
life of books and seclusion with a chosen lover, as well as his fondness for
classical poets and orderliness.
3. Beneath us lie the lights of the herring fleet. The cliffs vanish.
Rippling small, rippling grey, innumerable waves spread beneath us. I touch
nothing. I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will
drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will
float for a moment and then sink. Rolling me over the waves will shoulder me
under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.
In the seventh section, Rhoda travels to Spain, where she has this
vision of the ocean from high atop a cliff. The scene is beautiful but
ominous, and there is a double meaning to Rhoda’s statements about touching
and seeing “nothing.” That is, what she is seeing and touching in this scene
is nothingness, nonexistence. Rhoda is imagining the
dissolution of her body into the larger body of the sea. The symbolic value
of the “waves” is clearly active here as well—Rhoda knows she is constantly
being dissolved by the passage of time anyway, and she is strongly tempted
to give in to the process. As it happens, Rhoda does not give in to the
temptation here, but this scene is a kind of harbinger of future events and
a portrait of the drift of Rhoda’s mind. It also serves as a kind of
counterpoint to the scene in which Bernard, also looking down upon the
ocean, sees the porpoise break the surface. In his case, meaning and life
come welling up from below, while Rhoda imagines herself being sucked under
by meaninglessness and death.
4. How tired I am of stories, how tired I am of phrases that come
down beautifully with all their feet on the ground! Also, how I distrust
neat designs of life that are drawn upon half sheets of notepaper. . . .
What delights me . . . is the confusion, the height, the indifference, and
the fury. Great clouds always changing, and movement; something sulphurous
and sinister, bowled up, helter-skelter; towering, trailing, broken off,
lost, and I forgotten, minute, in a ditch. Of story, of design, I do not see
a trace then.
As Bernard begins his “summing up,” he expresses again his distrust of
stories. As he says, the problem with stories is that they try to squeeze
reality into a kind of straightjacket, forcing it into a predetermined
shape. Bernard is always interested in what gets left out of the “neat
designs of life.” For Bernard, stories have trouble accommodating the wild,
formless nature of reality—illustrated by the roiling, shifting mass of
clouds he sees overhead from his ditch. Bernard’s last sentence, which links
the words “story” and “design,” suggests that he sees neither narrative
meaning nor pattern in nature. Implicitly, Bernard is denying the presence
of God in the world and saying that whatever meaning is found in the
universe has been made by us in the act of trying to comprehend it. Woolf is
clearly explaining her own procedure in The Waves in this
passage. The novel tries to find meaning in human lives while staying true
to the shifting, formless nature of reality.
5. Our friends, how seldom visited, how little known—it is true; and
yet, when I meet an unknown person, and try to break off, here at this
table, what I call ‘my life,’ it is not one life that I look back upon; I am
not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am—Jinny,
Susan, Neville, Rhoda, or Louis: or how to distinguish my life from
theirs.
Late in the last section, Bernard returns to his idea of the fluidity
of identity. For Bernard, all personalities are multiple: we are not
self-sufficient, self-created entities. Bernard seems to suggest that we
should be both humbled and comforted by the extent to which we have been
shaped by others. This idea is key to a kind of ethical dimension in Woolf’s
writing. If we can see others as connected to ourselves, as part of
ourselves, we will be less likely to objectify or exploit others to suit our
own desires. By the end of the novel, Bernard is able to put his own
desires, and even his own thoughts, to the side and to look upon others with
a compassionate detachment born of the certainty that we all share in the
same life, and are all journeying toward the same end.