Originally published in 1929, A Room of One s Own eloquently states Woolf s conviction that in order to create works of genius, women must be freed from financial obligations and social restrictions.
"what is meant by 'reality'? it would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun."
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” 女人要想写小说,必须有钱,再加一间自己的房间。--伍尔夫 伍尔夫的《一间自己的房间》是适合许多人阅读的书,尤其是女子。无性别歧视之意,恐怕正如伍尔夫自己担心的那样,许多男子在读完这...
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1.细节摘录 Chapter SIX的第一段描写得很美. 2. Who cares about lit. ? When ? "It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window and see what London was doing on the morning of the 26th of October 1928. And what was London doing? Nobody, it seemed, was reading ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. London was wholly indifferent, it appeared, to Shakespeare’s plays. Nobody cared a straw — and I ...
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1.细节摘录 Chapter SIX的第一段描写得很美. 2. Who cares about lit. ? When ?
"It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window and see what London was doing on the morning of the 26th of October 1928. And what was London doing? Nobody, it seemed, was reading ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. London was wholly indifferent, it appeared, to Shakespeare’s plays. Nobody cared a straw — and I do not blame them — for the future of fiction, the death of poetry or the development by the average woman of a prose style completely expressive of her mind." (It seems that during any phase in history each person felt that nobody cared about literature or cared less about lit. than those in the past.)
引出topic/话题:
"The sight of two people coming down the street and meeting at the corner seems to ease the mind of some strain, I thought, watching the taxi turn and make off. Perhaps to think, as I had been thinking these two days, of one sex as distinct from the other is an effort. "
"The mind is certainly a very mysterious organ, I reflected, drawing my head in from the window, about which nothing whatever is known, though we depend upon it so completely. "
Repression in mind.
"In order to keep oneself continuing in them one is unconsciously holding something back, and gradually the repression becomes an effort. But there may be some state of mind in which one could continue without effort because nothing is required to be held back. And this perhaps, I thought, coming in from the window, is one of them. "
"But the sight of the two people getting into the taxi and the satisfaction it gave me made me also ask whether there are two sexes in the mind corresponding to the two sexes in the body, and whether they also require to be united in order to get complete satisfaction and happiness? "
An interesting insigt of human mind -- androgynous (by Coleridge).
"And I went on amateurishly to sketch a plan of the soul so that in each of us two powers preside, one male, one female; and in the man’s brain the man predominates over the woman, and in the woman’s brain the woman predominates over the man. The normal and comfortable state of being is that when the two live in harmony together, spiritually co-operating."
"Thus, when one takes a sentence of Mr B into the mind it falls plump to the ground — dead; but when one takes a sentence of Coleridge into the mind, it explodes and gives birth to all kinds of other ideas, and that is the only sort of writing of which one can say that it has the secret of perpetual life."
"They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within."
"There runs through these comments and discursions the conviction — or is it the instinct?— that good books are desirable and that good writers, even if they show every variety of human depravity, are still good human beings."
"and have five hundred a year each of us and rooms of our own; if we have the habit of freedom and the courage to write exactly what we think; ..."
[Thesis] ...a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction "I" is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being Certainly, as I watched the Manx cat pause in the middle of the lawn as if it too questioned the universe, something seemed lacking, something seemed different. But what was lacking, what was different... [Fiction] Fiction must stick to facts, and...
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[Thesis]
...a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction
"I" is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being
Certainly, as I watched the Manx cat pause in the middle of the lawn as if it too questioned the universe, something seemed lacking, something seemed different. But what was lacking, what was different...引自 全书
[Fiction]
Fiction must stick to facts, and the truer the facts the better the fiction引自 全书
[Food]
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.引自 全书
[beautiful though desperate]
I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge. A thousand stars were flashing across the blue wastes of the sky. Once seemed alone with an inscrutable society. All human beings were laid asleep-prone, horizontal, dumb.引自 全书
[male privilege]
men who have no apparent qualification save that they are not women
..that England is under the rule of a patriarchy. Nobody in their senses could fail to detect the dominance of the professor. His was he power and the money and the influence....With the exception of the fog he seemed to control everything. Yet he was angry... When I read what he wrote about women I thought, not of what he was saying, but of himself... But I had been angry because he was angry. Yet it seemed absurd... that a man with all this power should be angry. Or is anger, I wondered, somehow, the familiar, the attendant sprite on power? Rich people, for example, are often angry because they suspect that the poor want to seize their wealth...Possibly when the professor insisted a little too emphatically upon the inferiority of women, he was concerned not with their inferiority but with his own superiority. 引自 全书
[Female roles, struggles and salvation]
Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle. 引自 全书
[women-men relation]
"Wise men never say what they think of women"- Samuel Butler
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. Without that power probably the earth would still be swamp and jungle... Whatever may be their use in civilised societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action... For if she begins to tell the truth , the figure in the looking-glass shrinks; his fitness for life is diminished...Take it away and man may die... 引自 全书
A room of one’s own Chapter 1 4 All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point— a woman must have money and a room of her own to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved. Fiction here is likely to contain more truths than facts. 11 No need to be anybody but oneself. 14 The very reaso...
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A room of one’s own
Chapter 1
4
All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point— a woman must have money and a room of her own to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.
Fiction here is likely to contain more truths than facts.
11
No need to be anybody but oneself.
14
The very reason why the poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rupture, is that it celebrates some feelings that one used to have, so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troubling to check the feeling, or to compare it with any that one has now.
24
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in; and, thinking of the safety and prosperity of the one sex and of the poverty and insecurity of the other and of the effect of tradition and of the lack of tradition upon the mind of a writer, I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions that its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge.
Chapter 2
25
… imagine a room, like many thousands, with a window looking across people’s hats and vans and motor-cars to other windows, and on the table inside the room a blank sheet of paper on which was written in large letters WOMEN AND FICTION, but no more.
26
London was like a workshop. London was like a machine. We were all being shot backwards and forwards on this plain foundation to make some pattern.
34
… I had ben angry because he was angry. Yet it seemed absurd, I thought, turning over the evening paper, that a man with all this power should be angry. Or is anger, I wondered, somehow, the familiar, the attendant sprite on power?
… he was concerned not with their inferiority, but with his own superiority.
35
Life for both sex—and I looked at them, shouldering their way along the pavement—is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. It calls for gigantic courage and strength. More than anything, perhaps, creatures of illusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle.
And how can we generate this imponderable quality, which is yet so invaluable, most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to oneself. By feeling that one has some innate superiority—it may be wealth, or rank, a straight nose, or the portrait of a grandfather by Romney— for there is no end to the pathetic devices of the human imagination—over other people.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses processing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
41
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation, I thought, opening the door. But what bearing has all this upon the subject of my paper, Women and Fiction? I asked, going indoors.
Chapter 3
43
… fiction is kike a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.
45
Shakespeare’s women do not seem wanting in personality and character.
A very queer, composite being thus emerges. Imaginatively she is of the highest importance; practically she is completely insignificant.
46
History scarcely mentions her.
50
… it is unthinkable that any woman in Shakespeare’s day should have had Shakespeare’s genius. For genius like Shakespeare’s is not born among laboring, uneducated, servile people.
58
Unfortunately, it is precisely the men and women if genius who mind most what is said of them.
… it is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him.
…what state of mind is most propitious for creative work …
For though we say that we know nothing about Shakespeare’s state of mind, even as we say that, we are saying something about Shakespeare’s state of mind.
… his grudges and spites and antipathies are hidden from us. We are not held up desire to protest, to preach, to proclaim an injury, to pay off a score, to make the world the witness of some hardships or grievance was fired out of him and consumed. Therefore his poetry flows from him free and unimpeded. If ever a human being got his work expressed completely, it was Shakespeare. If ever a mind was incandescent, unimpeded, I thought, turning again to the bookcase, it was Shakespeare’s mind.
Chapter 4
66
I talked to them and find they want nothing to make them the happiest People in the world, but the knowledge that they are so.
70
… it would be easier to prose and fiction there than to write poetry or a play. Less concentration is required.
71
“then I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen … ”
74
Life conflicts with something that is not life.
75
What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction that he gives one that this is the truth.
79
… they has not tradition behind them, or one so short and partial that it was of little help.
… she may have learnt a few tricks of them and adapted them to her use.
… freedom and fullness of expression are of the essence of the art, such a lack of tradition, such a scarcity and inadequacy of tools, must have told enormously upon the writing of women.
Chapter 5
96
… nevertheless, she had certain advantages which women of far greater gift lacked even half a century ago. Men were no longer to her “the opposing faction”; she need not waste her time railing against them; she need not climb on to the roof and ruin her peace of mind longing for travel, experience and a knowledge of the world and character that were denied her. Fear and hatred were almost gone, or traces of them showed only in a slight exaggeration of the joy of freedom, a tendency to the caustic and satirical rather than to the romantic, in her treatment of the other sex. Then there could be no doubt that as a novelist she enjoyed some natural advantages of a high order. She had a sensibility that was very wide, eager and free.
…. she wrote as a woman, but as a woman who has forgotten that she is a woman, so that her pages were full of that curious sexual quality which comes only when sex is unconscious of itself.
Chapter 6
99
London was then winding itself up again; the factory was astir; the machines were beginning. It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window ad see what London was doing on the morning of the twenty-sixth of October 1928.
100
Perhaps to think … of one sex as distinct from the other is an effort. It interferes with the unity of mind.
101
Clearly the mind is always altering its focus, and bringing the world into different perspectives.
In order to keep oneself from continuing in them one is unconsciously holding something back, and gradually the repression becomes an effort. But there may be some state of mind in which one could continue without effort because nothing is required to be held back. And this perhaps, I thought, coming from the window, is one of them. For certainly when I saw the couple get into the taxi-cab the mind felt as if, after being divided, it had come together again in a natural fusion. The obvious reason would be that it is natural for the sexes to co-operate.
102
Coleridge perhaps meant this when he said that a great mind is androgynous. It is when this fusion takes place that the mind is fully fertilized and uses all its faculties.
107
Shakespeare was androgynous … Proust was wholly androgynous, if not perhaps a little too much of a woman.
110
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.
112
That is it. Intellectual freedom depends upon material things. Poetry depends upon intellectual freedom.
小时候看这本书的时候,与主旨关系不大地,学到了一件事情,而且觉得是非常重要的一件事情。就是,要写出什么东西的话,需要的条件是,文学传统带给你的“句子”跟你的思考是合拍的。 But whatever effect discouragement and criticism had upon their writing—and I believe that they had a very great effect—that was unimportant compared with the other difficulty which faced them (I was still considering those ...
But whatever effect discouragement and criticism had upon their writing—and I believe that they had a very great effect—that was unimportant compared with the other difficulty which faced them (I was still considering those early nineteenth-century novelists) when theycame to set their thoughts on paper—that is that they had no tradition behind them, or one so short and partial that it was of little help. For we think back through our mothers if we are women. It is useless to go to the great men writers for help, however much one may go to them for pleasure. Lamb, Browne, Thackeray, Newman, Sterne, Dickens, De Quincey--whoever it may be--never helped a woman yet, though she may have learnt a few tricks of them and adapted them to her use. The weight, the pace, the stride of a man's mind are too unlike her own for her to lift anything substantial from him successfully. The ape is too distant to be sedulous. Perhaps the first thing she would find, setting pen to paper, was that there was no common sentence ready for her use. All the great novelists like Thackeray and Dickens and Balzac have written a natural prose, swift but not slovenly, expressive but not precious, taking their own tint without ceasing to be common property. They have based it on the sentence that was current at the time. The sentence that was current at the beginning of the nineteenth century ran something like this perhaps: 'The grandeur of their works was an argument with them, not to stop short, but to proceed. They could have no higher excitement or satisfaction than in the exercise of their art and endless generations of truth and beauty. Success prompts to exertion; and habit facilitates success.' That is a man's sentence;
behind it one can see Johnson, Gibbon and the rest. It was a sentence that was unsuited for a woman's use. Charlotte Brontë, with all her splendid gift for prose, stumbled and fell with that clumsy weapon in her hands. George Eliot committed atrocities with it that beggar description. Jane Austen looked at it and laughed at it and devised a perfectly natural, shapely sentence proper for her own use and never departed from it. Thus, with less genius for writing than Charlotte Brontë, she got infinitely more said. Indeed, since freedom and fullness of expression are of the essence of the art, such a lack of tradition, such a scarcity and inadequacy of tools, must have told enormously upon the writing of women.引自 FOUR
A room of one’s own Chapter 1 4 All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point— a woman must have money and a room of her own to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved. Fiction here is likely to contain more truths than facts. 11 No need to be anybody but oneself. 14 The very reaso...
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A room of one’s own
Chapter 1
4
All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point— a woman must have money and a room of her own to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.
Fiction here is likely to contain more truths than facts.
11
No need to be anybody but oneself.
14
The very reason why the poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rupture, is that it celebrates some feelings that one used to have, so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troubling to check the feeling, or to compare it with any that one has now.
24
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in; and, thinking of the safety and prosperity of the one sex and of the poverty and insecurity of the other and of the effect of tradition and of the lack of tradition upon the mind of a writer, I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions that its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge.
Chapter 2
25
… imagine a room, like many thousands, with a window looking across people’s hats and vans and motor-cars to other windows, and on the table inside the room a blank sheet of paper on which was written in large letters WOMEN AND FICTION, but no more.
26
London was like a workshop. London was like a machine. We were all being shot backwards and forwards on this plain foundation to make some pattern.
34
… I had ben angry because he was angry. Yet it seemed absurd, I thought, turning over the evening paper, that a man with all this power should be angry. Or is anger, I wondered, somehow, the familiar, the attendant sprite on power?
… he was concerned not with their inferiority, but with his own superiority.
35
Life for both sex—and I looked at them, shouldering their way along the pavement—is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. It calls for gigantic courage and strength. More than anything, perhaps, creatures of illusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle.
And how can we generate this imponderable quality, which is yet so invaluable, most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to oneself. By feeling that one has some innate superiority—it may be wealth, or rank, a straight nose, or the portrait of a grandfather by Romney— for there is no end to the pathetic devices of the human imagination—over other people.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses processing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
41
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation, I thought, opening the door. But what bearing has all this upon the subject of my paper, Women and Fiction? I asked, going indoors.
Chapter 3
43
… fiction is kike a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.
45
Shakespeare’s women do not seem wanting in personality and character.
A very queer, composite being thus emerges. Imaginatively she is of the highest importance; practically she is completely insignificant.
46
History scarcely mentions her.
50
… it is unthinkable that any woman in Shakespeare’s day should have had Shakespeare’s genius. For genius like Shakespeare’s is not born among laboring, uneducated, servile people.
58
Unfortunately, it is precisely the men and women if genius who mind most what is said of them.
… it is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him.
…what state of mind is most propitious for creative work …
For though we say that we know nothing about Shakespeare’s state of mind, even as we say that, we are saying something about Shakespeare’s state of mind.
… his grudges and spites and antipathies are hidden from us. We are not held up desire to protest, to preach, to proclaim an injury, to pay off a score, to make the world the witness of some hardships or grievance was fired out of him and consumed. Therefore his poetry flows from him free and unimpeded. If ever a human being got his work expressed completely, it was Shakespeare. If ever a mind was incandescent, unimpeded, I thought, turning again to the bookcase, it was Shakespeare’s mind.
Chapter 4
66
I talked to them and find they want nothing to make them the happiest People in the world, but the knowledge that they are so.
70
… it would be easier to prose and fiction there than to write poetry or a play. Less concentration is required.
71
“then I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen … ”
74
Life conflicts with something that is not life.
75
What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction that he gives one that this is the truth.
79
… they has not tradition behind them, or one so short and partial that it was of little help.
… she may have learnt a few tricks of them and adapted them to her use.
… freedom and fullness of expression are of the essence of the art, such a lack of tradition, such a scarcity and inadequacy of tools, must have told enormously upon the writing of women.
Chapter 5
96
… nevertheless, she had certain advantages which women of far greater gift lacked even half a century ago. Men were no longer to her “the opposing faction”; she need not waste her time railing against them; she need not climb on to the roof and ruin her peace of mind longing for travel, experience and a knowledge of the world and character that were denied her. Fear and hatred were almost gone, or traces of them showed only in a slight exaggeration of the joy of freedom, a tendency to the caustic and satirical rather than to the romantic, in her treatment of the other sex. Then there could be no doubt that as a novelist she enjoyed some natural advantages of a high order. She had a sensibility that was very wide, eager and free.
…. she wrote as a woman, but as a woman who has forgotten that she is a woman, so that her pages were full of that curious sexual quality which comes only when sex is unconscious of itself.
Chapter 6
99
London was then winding itself up again; the factory was astir; the machines were beginning. It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window ad see what London was doing on the morning of the twenty-sixth of October 1928.
100
Perhaps to think … of one sex as distinct from the other is an effort. It interferes with the unity of mind.
101
Clearly the mind is always altering its focus, and bringing the world into different perspectives.
In order to keep oneself from continuing in them one is unconsciously holding something back, and gradually the repression becomes an effort. But there may be some state of mind in which one could continue without effort because nothing is required to be held back. And this perhaps, I thought, coming from the window, is one of them. For certainly when I saw the couple get into the taxi-cab the mind felt as if, after being divided, it had come together again in a natural fusion. The obvious reason would be that it is natural for the sexes to co-operate.
102
Coleridge perhaps meant this when he said that a great mind is androgynous. It is when this fusion takes place that the mind is fully fertilized and uses all its faculties.
107
Shakespeare was androgynous … Proust was wholly androgynous, if not perhaps a little too much of a woman.
110
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.
112
That is it. Intellectual freedom depends upon material things. Poetry depends upon intellectual freedom.
A room of one’s own Chapter 1 4 All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point— a woman must have money and a room of her own to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved. Fiction here is likely to contain more truths than facts. 11 No need to be anybody but oneself. 14 The very reaso...
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A room of one’s own
Chapter 1
4
All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point— a woman must have money and a room of her own to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.
Fiction here is likely to contain more truths than facts.
11
No need to be anybody but oneself.
14
The very reason why the poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rupture, is that it celebrates some feelings that one used to have, so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troubling to check the feeling, or to compare it with any that one has now.
24
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in; and, thinking of the safety and prosperity of the one sex and of the poverty and insecurity of the other and of the effect of tradition and of the lack of tradition upon the mind of a writer, I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions that its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge.
Chapter 2
25
… imagine a room, like many thousands, with a window looking across people’s hats and vans and motor-cars to other windows, and on the table inside the room a blank sheet of paper on which was written in large letters WOMEN AND FICTION, but no more.
26
London was like a workshop. London was like a machine. We were all being shot backwards and forwards on this plain foundation to make some pattern.
34
… I had ben angry because he was angry. Yet it seemed absurd, I thought, turning over the evening paper, that a man with all this power should be angry. Or is anger, I wondered, somehow, the familiar, the attendant sprite on power?
… he was concerned not with their inferiority, but with his own superiority.
35
Life for both sex—and I looked at them, shouldering their way along the pavement—is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. It calls for gigantic courage and strength. More than anything, perhaps, creatures of illusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle.
And how can we generate this imponderable quality, which is yet so invaluable, most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to oneself. By feeling that one has some innate superiority—it may be wealth, or rank, a straight nose, or the portrait of a grandfather by Romney— for there is no end to the pathetic devices of the human imagination—over other people.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses processing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
41
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation, I thought, opening the door. But what bearing has all this upon the subject of my paper, Women and Fiction? I asked, going indoors.
Chapter 3
43
… fiction is kike a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.
45
Shakespeare’s women do not seem wanting in personality and character.
A very queer, composite being thus emerges. Imaginatively she is of the highest importance; practically she is completely insignificant.
46
History scarcely mentions her.
50
… it is unthinkable that any woman in Shakespeare’s day should have had Shakespeare’s genius. For genius like Shakespeare’s is not born among laboring, uneducated, servile people.
58
Unfortunately, it is precisely the men and women if genius who mind most what is said of them.
… it is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him.
…what state of mind is most propitious for creative work …
For though we say that we know nothing about Shakespeare’s state of mind, even as we say that, we are saying something about Shakespeare’s state of mind.
… his grudges and spites and antipathies are hidden from us. We are not held up desire to protest, to preach, to proclaim an injury, to pay off a score, to make the world the witness of some hardships or grievance was fired out of him and consumed. Therefore his poetry flows from him free and unimpeded. If ever a human being got his work expressed completely, it was Shakespeare. If ever a mind was incandescent, unimpeded, I thought, turning again to the bookcase, it was Shakespeare’s mind.
Chapter 4
66
I talked to them and find they want nothing to make them the happiest People in the world, but the knowledge that they are so.
70
… it would be easier to prose and fiction there than to write poetry or a play. Less concentration is required.
71
“then I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen … ”
74
Life conflicts with something that is not life.
75
What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction that he gives one that this is the truth.
79
… they has not tradition behind them, or one so short and partial that it was of little help.
… she may have learnt a few tricks of them and adapted them to her use.
… freedom and fullness of expression are of the essence of the art, such a lack of tradition, such a scarcity and inadequacy of tools, must have told enormously upon the writing of women.
Chapter 5
96
… nevertheless, she had certain advantages which women of far greater gift lacked even half a century ago. Men were no longer to her “the opposing faction”; she need not waste her time railing against them; she need not climb on to the roof and ruin her peace of mind longing for travel, experience and a knowledge of the world and character that were denied her. Fear and hatred were almost gone, or traces of them showed only in a slight exaggeration of the joy of freedom, a tendency to the caustic and satirical rather than to the romantic, in her treatment of the other sex. Then there could be no doubt that as a novelist she enjoyed some natural advantages of a high order. She had a sensibility that was very wide, eager and free.
…. she wrote as a woman, but as a woman who has forgotten that she is a woman, so that her pages were full of that curious sexual quality which comes only when sex is unconscious of itself.
Chapter 6
99
London was then winding itself up again; the factory was astir; the machines were beginning. It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window ad see what London was doing on the morning of the twenty-sixth of October 1928.
100
Perhaps to think … of one sex as distinct from the other is an effort. It interferes with the unity of mind.
101
Clearly the mind is always altering its focus, and bringing the world into different perspectives.
In order to keep oneself from continuing in them one is unconsciously holding something back, and gradually the repression becomes an effort. But there may be some state of mind in which one could continue without effort because nothing is required to be held back. And this perhaps, I thought, coming from the window, is one of them. For certainly when I saw the couple get into the taxi-cab the mind felt as if, after being divided, it had come together again in a natural fusion. The obvious reason would be that it is natural for the sexes to co-operate.
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Coleridge perhaps meant this when he said that a great mind is androgynous. It is when this fusion takes place that the mind is fully fertilized and uses all its faculties.
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Shakespeare was androgynous … Proust was wholly androgynous, if not perhaps a little too much of a woman.
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So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.
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That is it. Intellectual freedom depends upon material things. Poetry depends upon intellectual freedom.
1、Even if one could state the value of any one gift at the moment, those values will change; in a century's time very possibly they will have changed completely. 2、If ever a human being got his work expressed completely, it was Shakespeare. If ever a mind was incandescent, unimpeded, I thought, turning again to the bookcase, it was Shakespeare's mind. 3、And I read how Jane Eyre used to go up...
2018-04-26 15:17:21
1、Even if one could state the value of any one gift at the moment, those values will change; in a century's time very possibly they will have changed completely.
2、If ever a human being got his work expressed completely, it was Shakespeare. If ever a mind was incandescent, unimpeded, I thought, turning again to the bookcase, it was Shakespeare's mind.
3、And I read how Jane Eyre used to go up on to the roof when Mrs Fairfax was making jellies and looked over the fields at the distant view. And then she longed—and it was for this that they blamed her—that 'then I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen: that then I desired more of practical experience than I possessed; more of intercourse with my kind, of acquaintance with variety of character than was here within my reach. I valued what was good in Mrs Fairfax, and what was good in Adele; but I believed in the existence of other and more vivid kinds of goodness, and what I believed in I wished to behold.
P3 Lies will flow from my lips,but there maybe some truth mixed up with them ,it is for you to seek out the turth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping .
2013-03-07 23:48:46
P3 Lies will flow from my lips,but there maybe some truth mixed up with them ,it is for you to seek out the turth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping .
“That puts the matter in a nutshell, and when I tell you, rather to your surprise, that this sentence was written not in August 1828 but in August 1928, you will agree, I think, that however delightful it is to us now, it represents a vast body of opinion — I am not going to stir those old pools; I take only what chance has floated to my feet — that was far more vigorous and far more vocal a...
2022-01-02 16:06:35
“That puts the matter in a nutshell, and when I tell you, rather to your surprise, that this sentence was written not in August 1828 but in August 1928, you will agree, I think, that however delightful it is to us now, it represents a vast body of opinion — I am not going to stir those old pools; I take only what chance has floated to my feet — that was far more vigorous and far more vocal a century ago. It would have needed a very stalwart young woman in 1828 to disregard all those snubs and chidings and promises of prizes. One must have been something of a firebrand to say to oneself, Oh, but they can’t buy literature too. Literature is open to everybody. I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass. Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt, that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
For if she begins to tell the truth, he figure in the looking-glass shrinks; his fitnes for life is diminished. How is he to go on giving judgement,civilizing natives, making laws, writing books dressing up and speechifying at banquets, unless he can see himself at breakfast and at dinner at least twice the size he really is? So I reflected, crumbling my bread ar stirring my coffee and now and...
2021-09-25 14:49:52
For if she begins to tell the truth, he figure in the looking-glass shrinks; his fitnes for life is diminished. How is he to go on giving judgement,civilizing natives, making laws, writing books dressing up and speechifying at banquets, unless he can see himself at breakfast and at dinner at least twice the size he really is? So I reflected, crumbling my bread ar stirring my coffee and now and again looking at the people in the street. The looking-glass vision is of supreme importance because it charges the vitality; it stimulates the nervous system. Take it away and man may die, like the drug fiend deprived of his cocaine. Under the spell of that illusion, I thought, looking out of the window, half the people on the pavement are striding to work. They put on their hats and coats in the morning under its agreeable rays. They start the day confident, braced, be Weing themselves desired at Miss Smith's tea party, they say to themselves as they go into the room. I am the superior of half the people here, and it is thus that they
speak with that self-confidence,that self-assurance,which have had such profound consequences in public life and lead to such curious notes in the margin of the private mind引自第74页
5 有用 乳鸽飘呀飘 2014-02-05 01:01:28
想着我正走过Woolf以前走过的路,在阳光的午后和她一样误闯过需要证明信的图书馆,特意跑到她喝下午茶的小花园——哪怕这样Cam也来得值了。
2 有用 破雷音 2016-12-06 11:42:31
一个女人起码得拥有一间属于自己的房子,它结结实实地在那,至少不会欺骗你。
3 有用 伯德兰 2015-09-06 04:40:21
伍尔夫身上有着女性主义者常有的标签:清醒、理性、现实,她用漫不经心的语调写了这一本看似是建议想成为作家的女性到底要准备什么,实则剥开冷冰冰的现实下一层层的两性不平等告诫她们:做梦呢吧!信息量之大,以至于后来的学者,从书里随便挑一句话就能作为一个课题的开始。
7 有用 门多塔的孽障 2014-04-13 01:55:46
印象中很乏味的一本书......竟!然!看!哭!这下写关于她的essay应该文思泉涌!
2 有用 惜抱 2021-07-11 02:12:52
阅读它的英文原版给予我更多的震撼,以及引领我走入feminism的入门读物…感谢Woolf。行文的语气时断时续,时而绵长低回,时而节奏急促。多次的反问和强调,显示出作者某种强烈的呼唤和不平。以极其强力的情绪介入叙述,在伍尔夫而言其实并不常见,也因此这本书似乎是她的风格的“异端”,但也因此而显示出其特殊的意义。
0 有用 西 2022-07-03 22:00:43
"what is meant by 'reality'? it would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun."
0 有用 分成两半的橘子 2022-06-24 15:43:50
这个世界拥有伍尔夫真是一件幸福的事,读这些文采飞扬的句子就像坐在她的房间里听她吐露心声,听她对文学与女性的思考,不时戏谑尖锐的嘲讽,她求索的热情,她的愤慨与力量…文中她虚构了一个被社会扼杀的Shakespeare’s sister 而结尾的宣言则鼓舞每一个女性去思考去写作去表达,那么死去的前者将会重新诞生(她自己不就是最好的例子么
0 有用 momo 2022-06-12 21:26:27
Just be yourself than anything else and to face the fact that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women.
0 有用 Elevenlil 2022-05-09 11:02:32
伍尔夫是天才中的天才
0 有用 A Poor Player 2022-04-23 04:31:33
最后竟然读的莫名感动,眼眶都湿润了?读伍尔夫,仿佛在听一个大姐姐说话,太美好。。伟大的灵魂都是雌雄同体的,我们在互相攻击的时候,仿佛忘记了我们都是人类。伍尔夫真是女权主义最高境界,活的通透潇洒,字里行间都透露着平和,她没有那种令人蒙蔽的愤怒。