"Civilisation is the thickness of a postage stamp on the top of Cleopatra's needle; & time to come is the thickness of postage stamps as high as Mount Blanc".
Or civilisation is a very thin veneer to say the least.
A great metaphorical expression.
Showing posts with label 1932. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1932. Show all posts
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Virginia Woolf on Civilisation
The Diary Volume 4, Saturday 30 January, 1932
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Woolf - the Industrious Insect
The Diary, Volume 4, Wednesday 13 January 1932
Well we have hit 1932 now.
"I shall be 50 on 25th, Monday week that is; & sometimes feel that I have lived 250 years already,& sometimes that I am still the youngest person in the omnibus. (Nessa said that she still always thinks this, as she sits down.) And I want to write another 4 novels: Waves, I mean: & the Tap on the Door; & to go through English literature, like a string through cheese, or rather like some industrious insect, eating its way from book to book, from Chaucer to Lawrence".
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