Quotations from Virginia Woolf, often (but not always) linked to flowers, usually inspired by what is in bloom, and accompanied by my photos and artwork or that of friends. If a photo is not attributed, I took it. (Quotations are from the standard American editions: mostly the annotated Harcourt Brace series edited by Mark Hussey)
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Open Squares: November 19, 2015
Russell Square
“Yes, I took my little bag
into the square,” said Mrs. Seal, with the self–conscious guilt of a child
owning some fault to its elders. “It was really very sustaining, and the bare
boughs against the sky do one so much GOOD. But I shall have to give up going
into the square,” she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. “The injustice of it!
Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need
rest have nowhere at all to sit?” She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her
short locks a little shake. “It’s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite
of all one’s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can’t. Of
course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that ALL squares should be open to
EVERY ONE.
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