Those aims cannot be taken for granted; they mustbe
perpetually questioned and examined. And when I came towrite I encountered her with
the very first words. There are to be no more guns, no army, nonavy, no air force in
the future.
He cleared his throat and thelecture began. The
room was a little dark, it seemed to me,when I went in.
Science, they say, has made poetry impossible;
there is nopoetry in motor cars and wireless.
But to make ideas effective, we must be able to
fire them off. But think of all they must know, I tried to argue.
Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of
yourown. It has to be furnished; it has to bedecorated; it has to be shared. Thus,
when Icame to write, there were very few material obstacles in my way.
As if to answer her own question she read a
passagefrom the manuscript on the floor. The cause of the clamour was soon apparent.
Killing the Angel in the House was part of theoccupation of a woman writer. But the
great obstacle to asking questions openly inpublic is, of course, wealth. At
lastthen, silencing the others, I say to this malcontent, Well, and what doYOU want?
At last, when they haddestroyed all my fancy pictures of Lady Holland and
Dr.
The face of the clock seemed abnormally pale;
thehands too suffered from some infirmity. But during those seconds of suspenseall
thinking stopped.
That too must make part of our fight for
freedom.
But there is another way of fightingfor freedom
without arms; we can fight with the mind. Why, since life holds only so many hours,
waste one of them on beinglectured?
But how are you going to get out, into the world of
other people? What could be easier than to write articles and to buy Persian cats
withthe profits?
In other words, now that she had rid herself
offalsehood, that young woman had only to be herself.
It was she who used tocome between me and my paper
when I was writing reviews. The defenders are men, the attackers are
men.
It was she who used tocome between me and my paper
when I was writing reviews. The shadow of herwings fell on my page; I heard the
rustling of her skirts in the room.