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Finally got myself to pick up the book a little, i am very tired tho… zzzzzz

decided to devour this book and hoping I am not beating up by the language and fear not the words the attacking me.

Less than 100 pages left phew - dont get me wrong, good essay, i just don’t Like how much it is just one pure block of text.. over 150 pages with only 3 chapters 🫩

Was quite unfocused reading this, was more interested in the Americans talking next to me 🫩

“I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream.“

A poor poet has not in these days (..) a dogs chance, a poor child in England has little more hope than the son of an Athenian slave to be emancipated into that intellectual freedom of which great writings are born. That is it. Intellectual freedom depends upon material things. Poetry depends upon intellectual freedom. And women have always been poor, not for two hundred years merely, but from the beginning of time.

“And what was London doing? Nobody, it seemed,”

It would be a thousand pities if women wrote like men, or lived like men, or looked like men, for if two sexes are quite inadequate, considering the vastness and variety of the world, how should we manage with one only? Ought not education to bring out and fortity the ditterences rather than the similarities!

“The poet was forced to be passionate or bitter, unless indeed he chose to 'hate women, which meant more often than not that he was unattractive to them.”