Gaurav Sagar’s Reviews > A Room of One's Own > Status Update

The scene, if I may ask you to follow me, was now changed. The leaves were still falling, but in London now, not Oxbridge; and I must ask you to imagine a room, like many thousands, with a window looking across people's hats and vans and motor-cars to other windows, and on the table inside the room a blank sheet of paper on which was written in large letters WOMEN AND FICTION, but no more.

I had come at last, in the course oof this rambling, to the shelves which hold books by the living; by women and by men; for there are almost as many books written by women now as by now.

The scene, if I may ask you to follow me, was now changed. The leaaves were still falling, but in London no, not Oxbridge; and I must ask you to imagine a room, like many thousands, with a window looking across people' hatsand vans and motocars to other windows, and on the table inside the room a blank sheet of paper on which was written in large letters WOMEN AND FICTION, but no more.

For masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of mass is behind the single voice.

Brutally honest:-
It seemed pure waste of time to consult all those gentlemen who specialize in woman and her effect on whatever it may be- politics, children, wages, morality- numerous and learned as they are. One might as well leave their books unopened.