To the Lighthouse is rather hard to describe. There isn’t a great deal of plot, or even dialogue, at least not spoken out loud. The Ramseys summer at their house on the Isle of Skye, and they have various visitors, before WWI, and then some of them return ten years later. It is largely internal musings of each of the characters; floating from one to another, waves of emotion and scenery, now glorious, now oppressive. It is beautiful, perplexing, kind of like its profundity is just out of reach, and that doesn’t seem to matter.