"About life, about death; about Mrs Ramsay"- no, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody" (To the Lighthouse, pp. I32-3). Lily Briscoe, the painter, looking on, clumsy with words, illogical and ungrammatical, addresses the experience which Virginia Woolf tackles in her novel and finds it impossible to label. Yet the artist"s effort, and even her sense of failure, registering the scale of the task,help to communicate both how ambitious and unpretentious their work is. The mood is gay and grim in the spirit of a family holiday,domestic in scale but felt as cataclysmic, where the battle for survival of every individual, their struggles of self-assertion, are balanced by the craving for unconditional love. ...