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The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
Virginia Woolf
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Virginia Woolf
Age: 59 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 25
Died: 1941
Died: March 28
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After all, what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.
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Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
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