Blanchot's question ‘what corresponds to the “Who?” of the everyday?’ has been, implicitly, central to this exploration of dailiness in modernist literature. The rhetorical force of Blanchot's question is revealed when we recall how the texts addressed have exposed notions of the everyday as unmarked, unremarkable, where ‘nothing happens’, as deeply flawed. Such notions risk, to use Woolf's observation about the traditional memoir in terms precisely resonant with Blanchot's, ‘leav[ing] out the person to whom things happened’. To return to the different strands of thought on the everyday adumbrated in my Introduction, the phenomenological attempt to parenthesise the everyday as a region in which ‘nothing happens’, and thus, by definition, I, you, we do not participate, ‘leaves out the person to whom things happened’. This construction of the everyday hollows it out into an empty category, uninhabited, uninhabitable and inhuman. These modernist texts have shown emphatically that there is indeed no-one for whom nothing happens, and what happens to everyone is the everyday.