On a sunny June morning in 1923, Clarissa Dalloway, the wife of a member of the British Parliament, is preparing a dinner party at her home in London. The day passes pleasantly, filled with chores, chance meetings, conversations, nostalgic thoughts, and sensual impressions. Constantly shifting feelings and associations create a captivating picture of time and society in England. Romantic, sober, and satirical moods intertwine with melancholy and calmness. Deep wit and quiet contemplation permeate one of Virginia Woolf’s most famous works, about which, in December 1924, she wrote in her diary: “I truly believe this is the best of my novels.”