i've been rereading orlando by virginia woold and here's a few passages from chapter one that struck me

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i've been rereading orlando by virginia woold and here's a few passages from chapter one that struck me
... the task of estimating the lenght of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.
-Virginia Woolf, Orlando
my sister-in-law texts me to recommend the book she's just finished
it's Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own
obviously I've already read it so the recommendation itself will not change the course of my life
but it pleases me to know that the person who's married to my brother, and who's raising my niece and nephew, is reading feminist classics
brings me peace
Isolation and connection. ⛵️
The mantel in Virginia Woolf's bedroom, Monk's House, 2025.
Cierra con llave tus bibliotecas, si quieres, pero no hay barrera, cerradura ni cerrojo que puedas imponer a la libertad de mi mente.
Más que nada, viviendo como vivimos de la ilusión, quizá lo más importante para nosotros sea la confianza en nosotros mismos. Sin esta confianza somos como bebés en la cuna. Y ¿cómo engendrar lo más de prisa posible esta cualidad imponderable y no obstante tan valiosa? Pensando que los demás son inferiores a nosotros. Creyendo que tenemos sobre la demás gente una superioridad innata, ya sea la riqueza, el rango, una nariz recta o un retrato de un abuelo pintado por Rommey, porque no tienen fin los patéticos recursos de la imaginación humana...
Durante todos estos siglos, las mujeres han sido espejos dotados del mágico y delicioso poder de reflejar una silueta de un hombre de tamaño doble del natural...Por eso, tanto Napoleón como Mussolini insisten tan marcadamente en la inferioridad de las mujeres, ya que si ellas no fueran inferiores, ellos cesarían de agrandarse.