Painted words. Mercurial thoughts. Slipped into a pool of surprising stirrings, unexpressed desires. Sunbeams dancing about. Waves crashing in.
I'll quit nauseating you with imagery. But if that sort of thing makes you queasy, best not to read To the Lighthouse on a full stomach.
I REALLY enjoyed this book. If pictures are worth a thousand words, then Woolf's words are worth a thousand paintings.
If you are looking for a shred of plot, then this book is not for you. But if you are interested in "atmosphere" or exploring the dark recesses of the mind, then you are in for an extra special treat.