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“And Puddle was helpless. What could she do, bound as she was by the tyranny of silence? She dared not explain the girl to herself, dared not say: 'For your own sake you must go to Oxford, you'll need every weapon your brain can give you; being what you are you'll need every weapon,' for then certainly Stephen would start to question, and her teacher's very position of trust would forbid her to answer those questions. Outrageous, Puddle would feel it to be, that wilfully selfish tyranny of silence evolved by a crafty old ostrich of a world for its own wellbeing and comfort. The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that seeing nothing it might avoid Truth. It said to itself: 'If seeing's believing, then I don't want to see—if silence is golden, it is also, in this case, very expedient.' There were moments when Puddle would feel sorely tempted to shout out loud at the world.”

Quote by Radclyffe Hall

Work

The Well Of Loneliness

This novel delves into the complexities of personal identity and the challenges faced by individuals who do not conform to societal expectations, particularly focusing on the protagonist's struggle with her sexual identity. more

Author

Radclyffe Hall
Radclyffe Hall

Radclyffe Hall, a British poet, was born on August 12, 1880, and passed away on October 7, 1943. Her poetry is known for its unique style and profound emotional expression. more

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