“When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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This post forms a part of the Blogging for A to Z Challenge. A quote a day based on the chosen word. A photograph that means something to me in relation to the word, but may not to you.
2 comments:
Beautiful!
What a lovely post Natasha thank you ...
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