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Quote by Virginia Woolf

“And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Book:Selected essays
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Selected essays

This book compiles a selection of essays that delve into diverse subjects, offering insights and perspectives on a range of topics. more

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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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