More from Virginia Woolf
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
A Room of One’s Own (1929), Ch. 3, p. 51Humour is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
The Common Reader (1925)A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
A Room of One’s Own (1929), Ch. 1, p. 4
