“She would not say of anyone in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxicabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.”

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

“For a couple of minutes, his head bowed in an expression of mental effort, he stood motionless with the revolver in his hands and considered. ‘Of course,’ he said to himself, as if a logical, continuous and clear train of thought had brought him to an unquestionable conclusion. In fact, this ‘of course’ that he found so convincing was only the consequence of a repetition of exactly the same round of memories and notions that he had already gone through a dozen times within the hour. It was the same memory of happiness lost for ever, the same notion of the meaninglessness of everything he saw ahead of him in life, the same consciousness of his humiliation.”

— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Translation by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky

Reason #30 to Keep Living: Fight, Faith, and Feminism

dsc01909Sandra M. Gilbert and Susan Gubar’s book of Feminist Literary Theory and Criticism is one of those books I will never abandon, no matter how full my bookshelf becomes. I bought this book for a literary feminist class I never ended up completing, but it continues to be invaluable “light” reading when I’m not in the mood to open a novel. It pertains specifically to me because many of the essays delve into the topic of Woman as Writer.  Continue reading