Merits of feminist literature aside, “A Room Of One’s Own” is a classic piece of literature, hence I will highlight it this week. One can often glean interesting tidbits from books even if one does not agree with the politics of the author.
I do like the following passage on thinking:
Thought – to call it by a prouder name than it deserved – had let its line down into the stream. It swayed, minute after minute, hither and thither among the reflections and the weeds, letting the water lift it and sink it, until – you know the little tug – the sudden conglomeration of an idea at the end of one’s line: and then the cautious hauling of it in, and the careful laying of it out? Alas, laid on the grass how small, how insignificant this thought of mine looked; the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day worth cooking and eating.
The painting above is William Edmondson’s “The Blue Feather”