Only a few pages into Mrs. Dalloway, I read the main character’s description of her own education:
Not that she thought herself clever, or much out of the ordinary. How she had got through life on the few twigs of knowledge Fräulein Daniels gave them she could not think. She knew nothing; no language, no history, she scarcely read a book now, except memoirs in bed;
I was quickly reminded of what The Great Gatsby’s Daisy Buchanan said when her daughter was born.
I’m glad it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool–that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
Maybe Pammy had a sister named Clarissa?