She had done the usual trick – been nice. She would never know him. He would never know her. Human relations were all like that, she thought, and the… - Virginia Woolf

We have dined well. The fish, the veal cutlets, the wine have blunted the sharp tooth of egotism. Anxiety is at rest. The vainest of us, Louis perhaps, does not care what people think. Neville's tortures are at rest. Let others prosper — that is what he thinks. Susan hears the breathing of all her children safe asleep. Sleep, sleep, she murmurs. Rhoda has rocked her ships to shore. Whether they have foundered, whether they have anchored, she cares no longer.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.