“What is the use, she thought, of trying to tell people about one’s past? What is one’s past? She stared at the pot with the blue knot loosely tied in the yellow glaze. Why did I come, she thought, when they only laugh at me?”
—Virginia Woolf,The Years. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
November 2011
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“It is probably always disastrous not to be a poet.”
—Lytton Strachey, Elizabeth and Essex, 1928.
“The snob is a flutter-brained, hare-brained creature so little satisfied with his or her own standing that in order to consolidate it he or she is always flourishing a title or an honour in other people’s faces so that they may believe and help him to believe what he does not really believe – that he or she is somehow a person of importance.”
—Virginia Woolf, “Am I A Snob?”, from Moments of Being.
Clive Bell / Lytton Strachey
The Bloomsbury Group
Clive Bells remembers Lytton Strachey.
After lunch, as we watched the rain pour down and the premature darkness roll up, he said, in his searching personal way, “Lovers apart, who would you like to see coming up the drive?” I hesitated a moment and he supplied the answer. “Virginia, of course.”
(BBC/British Library)
