A review by pasarmalam
The Death of the Moth and Other Essays by Virginia Woolf

3.0

It is not true that we are free. We are both prisoners tonight—he boxed up in his machine with a gun handy; we lying in the dark with a gas mask handy. If we were free we should be out in the open, dancing, at the play, or sitting at the window talking together.

Woolf and her brilliant mind. Sometimes it flashes so quick you struggle to catch up. Most of these essays are about literary works that i've never even heard of, which is a shame because i had no choice but to skip over them. But when you get to essays like The Death of the Moth, Three Pictures, Professions for Women, or Thoughts on Peace in an Air Raid, everything just clicks and reading this book no longer feels like a waste of time.