Ultimately, a breeze is only the beginning; form is how we keep it. Woolf’s structures—one day’s span in Mrs Dalloway, the triptych of To the Lighthouse, the choral prose of The Waves (1931)—show possibility crystallized into design. Through revision and constraint, she tacks into the wind rather than drifting with it, proving that the mind’s open window is not an escape but an entrance to purposeful creation. [...]
