/lit/ - Literature

Who killed themselves the best way.
I think Virginia Woolf's was creative. Self-Inflicted gunshot wounds are trite, but still better than being alive

the waves is like 50/50 men and women experiences interweaving
mrs dalloway has a male perspective in sections
jacob's room is totally about a dude
i think woolf just writes about what life is like for people and if that includes women a lot, well i guess she has more experience there

>'I shall edge behind them,' said Rhoda, 'as if I saw someone I know. But I know no one. I shall twitch the curtain and look at the moon. Draughts of oblivion shall quench my agitation. The door opens; the tiger leaps. The door opens; terror rushes in; terror upon terror, pursuing me. Let me visit furtively the treasures I have laid apart. Pools lie on the other side of the world reflecting marble columns. The swallow dips her wing in dark pools. But here the door opens and people come; they come towards me. Throwing faint smiles to mask their cruelty, their indifference, they seize me. The swallow dips her wings; the moon rides through the blue seas alone. I must take his hand; I must answer. But what answer shall I give? I am thrust back to stand burning in this clumsy, this ill-fitting body, to receive the shafts of his indifference and his scorn, I who long for marble columns and pools on the other side of the world where the swallow dips her wings.

Prove me wrong

So she was a modern lady or something?

ask to someone who's gonna start Woolf's bibliography anything

she thought she was Lady Ophelia

"There is one question which we seldom ask each other directly. It is too brutal, and yet it is the only question worth asking our fellow travellers: What makes you go on living? Why don’t you kill yourself? Why is all this bearable? What makes you bear it?

Could I answer that question about myself? No. Yes. Perhaps … I supposed, vaguely, that it was a kind of balance, a complex of tensions. You did whatever was next on the list. A meal to be eaten. Chapter eleven to be written. The telephone rings. You go off somewhere in a taxi. There is one’s job. There are amusements. There are people. There are books. There are things to be bought in shops. There is always something new. There has to be. Otherwise the balance would be upset, the tension would break.
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— Christopher Isherwood, Prater Violet.

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"There is one question which we seldom ask each other directly. It is too brutal, and yet it is the only question worth asking our fellow travellers: What makes you go on living? Why don’t you kill yourself? Why is all this bearable? What makes you bear it?

Could I answer that question about myself? No. Yes. Perhaps … I supposed, vaguely, that it was a kind of balance, a complex of tensions. You did whatever was next on the list. A meal to be eaten. Chapter eleven to be written. The telephone rings. You go off somewhere in a taxi. There is one’s job. There are amusements. There are people. There are books. There are things to be bought in shops. There is always something new. There has to be. Otherwise the balance would be upset, the tension would break.
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— Christopher Isherwood, Prater Violet

what does /lit/ think?

>>1345133
A picture like that makes me think she's a professional at the Myspace Angle.

One of the few good pictures of Virginia Woolf.

more like sodomize without lube, but it's still sex

Greatest female writer?

Not Afraid Of Tier:

Virginia Woolf

Hola.

Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street...

>>1027646
Yes, that's right, how'd you guess it was I?

Hey Ernie. How's that wholesale duplication of my writing style going?

"who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and trapped in a woman's body"

>>708108
Oh believe me, I've masturbated to Sylvia Plath before. How 'bout some Virginia Woolf? Honestly, I find her repulsive to look at, but there's something ab out this pic that makes me cum buckets.

It's not dull it's modern! i like the waves better, but mrs dalloway is really good. i bought to the lighthouse but havne't started it yet.

What's up, faggots?

>Read Mrs. Dalloway
>Wonder why Woolf was so fucked up
>Read the first paragraph in a 20th century British Literature anthology about her
>sexually abused by her older half-brother, mother died when she was 13, half-sister died two years later, father died of cancer in 1904, brother died of typhoid in 1906
>Drowned herself in 1941 out of fear of being arrested by the Gestapo

Yikes.