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PARTISAN REVIEW
"Yet I dare say we are the happiest couple in England. Aren't
we Leonard?"
"My dear."
Leonard and Virginia set up the Hogarth Press but they would
not print Mr. James Joyce's
Ulysses.
"He is impudent and coarse ."
Mrs. Dalloway loved Warren Septimus Smith though she
never met him.
"He had committed an appalling crime and had been con–
demned by human nature ."
"The whole world was clamoring, kill yourself, kill yourself for
our sakes."
(He sat on the window sill.)
He jumped. Virginia fell from the window.
As for
To the Lighthouse,
I have no idea what it means, if it has a
meaning. That's no business of mine.
"(Lily Briscoe) could have wept. It was bad, it was bad, it was
infinitely bad. She could have done it differently of course; the colour
could have been bleached and faded ; the shapes etherialized; that
was how Mr. Paunceforth would have seen it. But then she did not
see it like that. She saw the colour burning on a framework of steel ;
the light of a butterfly's wing lying in the arches of a cathedral. Of all
that only a few random remarks scrawled upon the canvas re–
mained. And it would never be seen, never be hung; and there was
Mr. Tanslay whispering in her ear, 'Women can't paint, women can't
write .. .'
"She looked at the steps ; they were empty; she looked at her
canvas; it was blurred. With a sudden intensity, as she saw it clear
for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre . It was done; it was
finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fa–
tigue, I have had my vision."
All I need is a room of my own.
"I hate to see so many women's lives wasted simply because
they have not been trained well enough to take an independent in–
terest in any study or to be able to work efficiently in any profession":
Leslie Stephen to Julia Duckworth.
"There has fallen a splendid tear/From the passion flower at the
gate." -Alfred, Lord Tennyson
"There was something so ludicrous in thinking of people sing–
ing such things under their breath that I burst out laughing."
The Waves.
The Years.
The bloody years.
