Main Character?

     I can not say wether I prefer one's story to the other's. They are both very similar, and their actions through the book have similar patterns. It is almost as if Woolf is experimenting, putting different people through the same routine and taking us through their minds and perceptions as they walk down the same street, or look at the same thing. I can almost see Woolf marking off points on a map and titling each section as "Subject 1 down Bond Street", "Subject 2 down Bond Street". In the end, the experiment's results are given to us to read and analyze, we are given the choice to sympathize and lean towards one character or the other, towards "Subject 1" or "Subject 2". However, as I read the different stories, I do not lean towards one or the other. They are different and at the same time, similar, and when reading Mrs. Dalloway, I give all of the different brought up characters a pretty much equal weight in the sense of how much attention I am willing to focus on them.
     At the very beginning of the book, I found it, in a sense, soothing to be so completely in Clarissa's mind, the feeling being almost natural. Therefore, everything that I saw through her eyes, and through her mind, seemed very in tune with my perception of her events. Well, vice versa more like. And then we get to Septimus's story, and once again we go deep into his mind as if we are supposed to be there, and everything seems so natural. Almost perfectly right, in a sense. Yes, their personalities and situations are different, but when I read over them, I do not see one of them as better or worse or more important than the other. Both have a romantic aspect to them that makes our being in their minds a very simple thing to do and get used to, and I find their thoughts very interesting. Clarissa has a stream of thought that is on and off passionate, taking our attention yet at the same time letting us know of whats going on around us so that we do not find ourselves too blind at any given instance. Septimus takes us away completely into his revelations, which, although he says he cannot feel, are very emotional. Where Clarissa gives us the, at the time, conventional knowledge of who is who around us, Septimus, almost as if on purpose, blurs out those people as much as he can. When I read over sections where he is thinking, I can imagine scenes where he is standing, for example, in the midst of crowds, and everyone is slowly loosing their focus and going fuzzy, where as he stands very clear cut and sharp, the walking people slowly blend into each other until all we can see is Septimus standing in a flowing stream. It is practically the inverse of the scene in the recent Sherlock Holmes movie where Holmes is sitting against a yellow wall with his eyes closed, plucking a violin, and all the cacophonous sounds of the day came back to him in his mind as the camera zooms in to focus on his face. I feel with Septimus, the image is similar, but Woolf's writing style just sucks me in and places me, already in agreement, into his mind. In fact, I think that no matter what was actually going on in his head, I would find him just as interesting as Clarissa.
   You are probably thinking that I wrote so much on Septimus, yet still am saying that they are equal in my mind, that is just the smallest bit contradictory. But the case just is that I cannot really explain what it really is that makes Clarissa's thoughts interesting to me.  They are just like flowing water. They go on and on, effortlessly avoiding obstructions, taking us swiftly down a new path. The thoughts of both Septimus and Clarissa flow equally as swiftly, carrying me away down the center of the stream, and if there will be a split in the road, I am yet to see which way the stream of thoughts will take me.