#three guineas

[angoragoats]

Somebody’s watching you

[livinthebookshelf]

“Our class is the weakest of all the classes in the state. We have no weapon with which is to enforce our will.” - Virginia Woolf on Three Guineas pg. 97

[withwater]

Some of the painter Vanessa Bell's beautiful and modernist covers that she made for the books of her sister Virginia Woolf

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from Three Guineas

[sentimentalbot]

— Virginia Woolf, from “Three Guineas,” originally published in 1938

[quotesfromall]

“It is a thought not without its glamour. Consider what it would mean if among us there were now a woman motor-car manufacturer who, with a stroke of her pen, could endow the women’s colleges with two or three hundred thousand pounds a piece. The honorary treasurer of the rebuilding fund, your sister at Cambridge, would have her labours considerably lightened then. There would be no need of appeals and committees, of strawberries and cream and bazaars. And suppose that there were not merely one rich woman, but that rich women were as common as rich men. What could you not do? You could shut up your office at once. You could finance a woman’s party in the House of Commons. You could run a daily newspaper committed to a conspiracy, not of silence, but of speech. You could get pensions for spinsters; those victims of the patriarchal system, whose allowance is insufficient and whose board and lodging are no longer thrown in. You could get equal pay for equal work. You could provide every mother with chloroform when her child is born; bring down the maternal death-rate from four in every thousand to none at all, perhaps. In one session you could pass Bills that will now take you perhaps a hundred years of hard and continuous labour to get through the House of Commons. There seems at first sight nothing that you could not do, if you had the same capital at your disposal that your brothers have at theirs. Why not, then, you exclaim, help us to take the first step towards possessing it? The professions are the only way in which we can earn money. Money is the only means by which we can achieve

Virginia Woolf, Three Guineas

[mitskey]

Who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body? — Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

[speakspeak]

Three Guineas