This book confirms my suspicions that I should best read Woolf on holidays - just because I need pretty unlimited mental bandwidth for her writing. This is superb; I did not have the opportunity to fully enjoy it, since I was reading it at a moment I felt largely overwhelmed with work; I plan to reread it.
Quick notes: I absolutely need to reread it when I'm older. I think I'll understand this novel better. The youth is mysterious; aging is describe as something that never happens fully, since at some plane people always remain their youthful selves. To me, this novel is largely about what it meant to be a man or a woman after the WWI, when the British Empire was folding down - it seems that most of the available models of masculinity or femininity were pretty dreary.