“…pausing for a moment at the window of a glove shop where, before the War, you could buy almost perfect gloves. And her old Uncle William used to say a lady is known by her shoes and gloves. He turned on his bed one morning in the middle of the War. He had said, ‘I have had enough.’ Gloves and shoes; she had a passion for gloves;”
Woolf, Virginia, Mrs. Dalloway (pp. 11)
Woolf seems to narrate memory as a stream of thought; with the thoughts not necessarily relating to one another directly. But are linked and make sense in Mrs. Dalloway’s conscious