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like to be up here at dusk alone neither. It was too much for one woman, too much,<br />

too much. She creaked, she moaned. She banged the door. She turned the key in the<br />

lock, and left the house alone, shut up, locked” (137). Mrs. McNab here has a voice,<br />

as well as a particular grammar which marks her class position. She is also both<br />

opposed to nature and the effects <strong>of</strong> the nonhuman passage <strong>of</strong> time and a symbol <strong>of</strong><br />

those effects. She desires more help to stop the creaking <strong>of</strong> the doors, to maintain the<br />

house’s status as a protective zone for human activity. This opposition to nature<br />

continues in section nine, as nonhumanity again dominates the house: “What power<br />

could now prevent the fertility, the insensibility <strong>of</strong> nature? Mrs. McNab’s dream <strong>of</strong> a<br />

lady, <strong>of</strong> a child, <strong>of</strong> a plate <strong>of</strong> milk soup?” (138). Yet, Mrs. McNab is herself like the<br />

decaying, nonhuman house: creaking and moaning (wordlessly) like the door as she<br />

comes into contact with it. The fertility <strong>of</strong> nature, too, is like the fertility <strong>of</strong> Mrs.<br />

McNab and her fellow workers as they seek to scrub nature from the household:<br />

Attended with the creaking <strong>of</strong> hinges and the screeching <strong>of</strong> bolts, the slamming and<br />

banging <strong>of</strong> damp-swollen woodwork some rusty laborious birth seemed to be taking<br />

place, as the women, stooping, rising, groaning, singing, slapped and slammed,<br />

upstairs now, now down in the cellars. Oh, they said, the work!” (139).<br />

Work itself resembles to this narrator the workings <strong>of</strong> nature. Yet, at the same<br />

time, the presence <strong>of</strong> Mrs. McNab, and later Mrs. Bast and her son, is licensed by the<br />

Ramsays as work against nature and provides the narrative with human focalizers.<br />

Working-class people, and the work that they do, is invisible to the narrator in the<br />

presence <strong>of</strong> bourgeois narrative possibilities, as for example, when Mrs. Ramsay<br />

orders a silent, undescribed maid to “Yes, take it away” during dinner (87). Only the<br />

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