The handsome hostess threw a party again last night. The handsome hostess, wanting to be Clarissa Dalloway "the glittering wife of a Member of Parliament", threw a party again last night. Only for the sake of life, for this is life! The joy, the indulgence in company, not to please, not to impress, but only because this is life, this is London. And this is London's Kensington. Rapturous laughter decorating the rooms of an old Victorian house, a full century after the literary elite have departed, an indication that the party was a success. The handsome hostess knows, even though it was tiring wearing that superficial smile an entire night, though aware from the corner of her eye the condescending look, that the party was a success because her guests were conversing! One should not need to be involved, one should only need to sit and watch, touch and go. Touch and go…