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But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery.
Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever. Each must decide that question for himself.
To admit authorities… into our libraries and let them tell us how to read, what to read, what value to place upon what we read, is to destroy the spirit of freedom which is the breath of those sanctuaries. Everywhere else we may be bound by laws and conventions—there we have none.
To gallop intemperately; fall on the sand tired out; to feel the earth spin; to have—positively—a rush of friendship for stones and grasses, as if humanity were over, and as for men and women, let them go hang—there is no getting over the fact that this desire seizes us pretty often. But words do not live in dictionaries, they live in the mind.
If you want proof of this, consider how often in moments of emotion when we most need words we find none.
Yet there is the dictionary; there at our disposal are some half-a-million words all in alphabetical order. But can we use them? No, because words do not live in dictionaries, they live in the mind. There beyond a doubt lie plays more splendid than Anthony and Cleopatra, poems lovelier than the 'Ode to a Nightingale,' novels beside which Pride and Prejudice or David Copperfield are the crude bunglings of amateurs.
It is only a question of finding the right words and putting them in the right order. But we cannot do it because they do not live in dictionaries, they live in the mind. In reality, another writer came along and gave them to her—57 years after she died!
This story includes a fictionalized version of Virginia Woolf, who delivers the above line.Further Study. Test your knowledge of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? with our quizzes and study questions, or go further with essays on the context and background and .
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov was born on 29 January in the port town of Taganrog (at the northern tip of the Black Sea between Ukraine and Russia) in Rostov Oblast, Southern Russia, the third of six children born to Yevgenia Yakovlevna Morozov, daughter of a well-traveled cloth merchant and Pavel Yegorovitch (), a grocer.
Virginia Woolf was born Adeline Virginia Stephen on 25 January at 22 Hyde Park Gate in South Kensington, London to Julia (née Jackson) (–) and Leslie Stephen (–), writer, historian, essayist, biographer and mountaineer.
Julia Jackson was born in in Calcutta, Bengal, British India to Dr John Jackson and Maria "Mia" Theodosia Pattle, from two Anglo-Indian families. Virginia Woolf was a troubled writer who is as famous for her struggle with mental illness as for her writing.
Though some critics have dismissed Woolf’s oeuvre as .
Early years and marriage Virginia Stephen was born in London on January 25, She was the daughter of Sir Leslie Stephen, a famous scholar and philosopher (a seeker of knowledge) who, among many literary occupations, was at one time editor of Cornhill Magazine and the Dictionary of National Biography.
I am privileged to have grown up in a house filled with books. I don’t remember learning to read; I simply recall booksthose that felt beneath me, those that seemed forever beyond comprehension.