Love, Virginia Woolf

You have won rooms of your own in the house hitherto exclusively owned by men. This…is only a beginning; the room is your own, but it is still bare. It has to be furnished; it has to be decorated; it has to be shared. How are you going to furnish it, how are you going to decorate it? With whom are you going to share it, and upon what terms?

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Bill Cobabe said…

I thought you might. It's a repost from a dear friend who used it in a letter she wrote to her daughters. Quite impressive.

October 22, 2014 at 11:10 AM

lillysmum said…

I had to go look it up. Naturally. ;)

October 22, 2014 at 9:04 PM

Bill Cobabe said…

Here's her original post. It's quite lovely, from an even lovelier woman. I'm proud to think of her as a friend.

http://cabinetsofmycuriosity.blogspot.com/2011/04/professions-for-women-letter-to-my.html?m=1

October 22, 2014 at 9:33 PM

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