“And were they happy together? Sally asked ...; for, she admitted, she knew nothing about them, only jumped to conclusions, as one does, for what can one know even of the people one lives with every day? she asked. Are we not all prisoners? She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell, and she had felt that was true of life — one scratched on the wall.” Other PeopleKnowing PeopleOther People S HappinessDo We Really Know AnyoneOther People S ShoesWe Don T Know Anyone Book:Mrs. Dalloway Source: Mrs. Dalloway