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she was making points and making me laugh while doing so!!! ms. woolf...I see ur appeal 👀
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The conclusion of this book is a call to action for embracing a life of creative expression (paying special attention to environmental conditions--a room of one's own). I don't think Woolf intended to parallel the imagined scenario of Shakespeare's genius sister when she took her life. If anything, she would probably want her literary impact and the loving support of her husband to be posthumously reemphasized to give hope to the rising generation of would-be writers.
"One goes into the room-but the resources of the English language would be much put to the stretch, and whole flights of words would need to wing their way illegitimately into existence before a woman could say what happens when she goes into a room. The rooms differ so completely; they are calm or thunderous; open on to the sea, or, on the contrary, give on to a prison yard; are hung with washing; or alive with opals and silks; are hard as horsehair or soft as feathers-one has only to go into any room in any street for the whole of that extremely complex force of femininity to fly in one's face." pg 87
"One goes into the room-but the resources of the English language would be much put to the stretch, and whole flights of words would need to wing their way illegitimately into existence before a woman could say what happens when she goes into a room. The rooms differ so completely; they are calm or thunderous; open on to the sea, or, on the contrary, give on to a prison yard; are hung with washing; or alive with opals and silks; are hard as horsehair or soft as feathers-one has only to go into any room in any street for the whole of that extremely complex force of femininity to fly in one's face." pg 87