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“[...] como o romance tem essa correspondência com a vida real, seus valores são, numa certa medida, os da vida real. Mas é óbvio que os valores das mulheres diferem, com frequência, dos que foram feitos pelo outro sexo; isso acontece, naturalmente. E, no entanto, são os valores masculinos que prevalecem. Falando cruamente, o futebol e o esporte são "importantes"; o culto da moda e a compra de roupas são "insignificantes". E esses valores são inevitavelmente transferidos da vida para a ficção. Esse é um livro importante, pressupõe o crítico, porque lida com a guerra. Esse é um livro insignificante, pois lida com os sentimentos das mulheres numa sala de visitas.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

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A Room of One’s Own

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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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