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“Buy for me from the King's own kennels, the finest elk hounds of the Royal strain, male and female. Bring them back without delay. For," he murmured, scarcely above his breath as he turned to his books, "I have done with men.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Book:Orlando

Work

Orlando

Orlando is a novel by Virginia Woolf that tells the story of a young nobleman who, after a mysterious transformation, lives as a woman for several centuries. The narrative spans from the Elizabethan era to the early 20th century, blending biography, fantasy, and satire. The book examines the fluidity of gender, the nature of artistic creation, and the passage of time, all while maintaining a playful and lyrical tone. It is considered a key work in modernist literature and a pioneering exploration of gender identity. more

Author

Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf

British modernist writer, known for her unique narrative techniques and profound portrayal of female experience. Her works include 'To the Lighthouse' and 'Mrs. Dalloway'. more

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