Lauren Adkins Lauren Adkins

A Room of One's Own, Woolf

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But, you may say, we asked you to speak about women and fiction -- what has that got to do with a room of one's own?

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Three Guineas , Woolf

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Three years is a long time to leave a letter unanswered, and your letter has been lying without an answer even longer than that.

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Passing, Larsen

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It was the last letter in Irene Redfield's little pile of morning mail.

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All About Love, bell hooks

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The men in my life have always been the folks who are wary of using the word "love" lightly.

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The Waves, Woolf

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The sun had not yet risen.

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Quicksand, Larsen

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Helga Crane sat alone in her room, which at that hour, eight in evening, was in soft gloom.

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To the Lighthouse, Woolf

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Yes, of course, if it's fine tomorrow," said Mrs. Ramsay. "But you'll have to be up with the lark," she added.

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On Being Ill, Woolf

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Considering how common illness is, how tremendous the spiritual change that it brings, how astonishing, when the lights of health go down, the undiscovered countries that are then disclosed, what wastes and deserts of the soul a slight attack of influenza brings to light, what precipices and lawns sprinkled with bright flowers a little rise of temperature reveals, what ancient and obdurate oaks are uprooted in us in the act of sickness, how we go down into the put of death and feel the waters of annihilation close above our heads and wake thinking to find ourselves in the presence of the angels and the harpers when we have a tooth out and come to the surface in the dentist's arm chair and confuse his "Rinse the mouth -- rinse the mouth" with the greeting of the Deity stooping from the floor of Heaven to welcome us -- when we think of this and infinitely more, as we are so frequently forced to think of it, it becomes strange indeed that illness has not taken its place with love, battle, and jealousy among the prime themes of literature.

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Lauren Adkins Lauren Adkins

Jacob's Room, Woolf

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'So of course,' wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand, 'there was nothing for it but to leave.'

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