The Well of Loneliness
"What do I care for the world's opinion? What do I care for anything but you, and you just as you are"
― Radclyffe Hall
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The Well of Loneliness
"What do I care for the world's opinion? What do I care for anything but you, and you just as you are"
― Radclyffe Hall
What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.
Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness
Sorry but there is LITERALLY no way riyoko ikeda has never read the well of loneliness cause Claudine lowkey IS the well of loneliness
If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours.
The Well of Loneliness, by Radclyffe Hall
Representation, Expression and Censorship: Same-sex Desire in 'Orlando' and 'The Well of Loneliness'
Representation, Expression and Censorship: Same-sex Desire in ‘Orlando’ and ‘The Well of Loneliness’
By 1928 – the year The Well of Loneliness[1] and Orlando[2] were published –there was an increasing social awareness of female same-sex desire in Britain.[3] Whilst The Well engages in religious and contemporaneous sexological discourse in order to legitimise and justify ‘sexual inversion’; Orlando adopts metaphorical language and narrative strategies to deconstruct and expose conventional…
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And her eyes filled with heavy, regretful tears, yet she did not quite know for what she was weeping. She only knew that some great sense of loss, some great sense of incompleteness possessed her, and she let the tears trickle down her face, wiping them off one by one with her finger.
Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness