August 2010
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article on new bloomsbury archive. →
article from the guardian on a new archive of letters by the bloomsbury group, belonging to novelist rosamond lehmann and diarist and writer frances partridge.
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But don’t think I am unhappy or desperate or lonely. I am not. I am simply a...
– Katherine Mansfield (via katherine-mansfield)
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The most thrilling day of the year, the first real day of Spring had unclosed...
– katherine mansfield, ‘something childish but very natural’ (1924), p.1.
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For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers,...
– virginia woolf, orlando (1928), p.232.
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Her career of ups and downs had rubbed most of the hall-marks off her, so that...
– jean rhys, after leaving mr mackenzie (1930), p.11.
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in their own words: british novelists, 1919-1939 →
a bbc documentary on british novelists of the interwar years, featuring interviews with virginia woolf, elizabeth bowen and jean rhys among others
[only available to watch in the uk until september 6th - sincere apologies to overseas readers!]
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An immense idea of departure - expresses getting steam up and crashing from...
– elizabeth bowen, to the north (1932), p.244.
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[…] the androgynous mind is resonant and porous; […] it transmits...
– virginia woolf, a room of one’s own (1929), p.89.
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But she had been dragged back to consciousness of herself. A school teacher of...
– winifred holtby, south riding (1936), p.244.
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She saw the light again. With some irony in her interrogation, for when one woke...
– virginia woolf, to the lighthouse (1927), pp.88-9.
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[…] the two women stood side by side looking at the slender flowering...
– katherine mansfield, ‘bliss’ (1920), p.12.
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From the balcony Marya could see one side of the Place Blanche. Opposite, the...
– jean rhys, quartet (1928), pp.20-1.
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She wasn’t sure that she liked dancing. There was something obscurely...
– may sinclair, the life and death of harriett frean (1922), p.41.
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Listening to sermons was wrong … people ought to refuse to be preached at...
– dorothy richardson, pointed roofs (1915), p.73.
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Never to lie is to have no lock to your door, you are never wholly alone.
– elizabeth bowen, the house in paris (1935), p.133.
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A portrait, a painting? You cannot paint today as you painted yesterday. You...
– h.d., paint it today (1921), p.3.
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Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters...
– virginia woolf, orlando (1928), p.16.