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Virginia Woolf Mrs. Dalloway
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World War I -- War in the Age of Mechanical
Reproduction
  • 1914-1918
  • 10 million soldiers died
  • Dead 2 x (number killed in all major wars from
    1790-1913)

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World War I
  • It was in 1915 the old world ended.
  • D. H. Lawrence
  • The lamps are going out all over Europe. We
    shall not see them lit again in our time.
  • Sir Edward Grey
  • It was while invalided in hospital during the
    Great War that I began to record notes and
    souvenirs of the times and institutions under
    which I had lived, realizing that I had witnessed
    the suicide of the civilization called Christian
    and the travail of a new era to which no gods
    have been as yet rash enough to give their name,
    and remembering that, with my friends and
    contemporaries, I shared the fortunes and
    misfortunes of being born at the end of a chapter
    in history.
  • Shane Leslie

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Virginia Woolf1882-1941
  • - On or about December 1910 human nature changed.
  • ("Mr. Bennett and Mrs. Brown, 1924)
  • - Look within and life, it seems, is very far
    from being 'like this.' Examine for a moment an
    ordinary mind on an ordinary day. The mind
    receives a myriad of impressions--trivial,
    fantastic, evanescent, or engraved with the
    sharpness of steel. From all sides the come, an
    incessant shower of innumerable atoms and as
    they fall, as they shape themselves into the life
    of Monday or Tuesday, the accent falls
    differently from of old the moment of importance
    came not here but there so that if a writer were
    a free man and not a slave, if he could write
    what he chose, not what he must, if he could base
    his work upon his own feeling and not upon
    convention, there would be no plot, no comedy, no
    tragedy, no love interest or catastrophe in the
    accepted style, and perhaps not a single button
    sewn on as the Bond Street tailors would have it.
    Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically
    arranged but a luminous halo, a semi-transparent
    envelope surrounding us from the beginning of
    consciousness to the end.
  • ("Modern Fiction," 1919)
  • - I have an idea that I will invent a new name
    for my books to supplant 'novel.' A new ------ by
    Virginia Woolf. But what? Elegy?
  • (Diary, June 27, 1925)

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  • - Austen stimulates us to supply what is not
    there. What she offers is, apparently, a trifle,
    yet it is composed of something that expands in
    the reader's mind and endows with the most
    enduring form of life scenes which are outwardly
    trivial.
  • (The Common Reader, 1932)
  • - For we are apt to forget, reading as we do,
    only masterpieces of a bygone age how great a
    power the body of literature possesses to impose
    itself how it will not suffer itself to be read
    passively, but takes and reads us flouts our
    preconceptions questions principles which we had
    got in the habit of taking for granted, and, in
    fact, splits us into two parts as we read, making
    us, even as we enjoy, yield our ground or stick
    to our guns.
  • (The Common Reader, 1932)
  • -But the great writer--the Hardy or the
    Proust--goes on his way regardless of the rights
    of private property. . . . he inflicts his own
    perspective upon us so severely that often as not
    we suffer agonies--our vanity is injured because
    our own order is upset we are afraid because the
    old supports are being wrenched fro us and we
    are bored. . . . Yet from anger, fear and
    boredom a rare and lasting delight is sometimes
    born. . . . Finally, that is to say, we are
    forced to drop our own preconceptions and to
    accept what the writer wishes to give us.
  • (The Common Reader, 1932)
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