30 Nov 11 at 7 pm

Virginia Woolf, Orlando, 1928.

A hundred pages in and finally I can relate to this being. (Orlando was so unsympathetic as a man)

"She remembered how, as a young man, she had insisted that women must be obedient, chaste, scented, and exquisitely apparelled. ‘Now I shall have to pay in my own person for those desires,’ she reflected; for women are not (judging by my own short experience of the sex) obedient, chaste, scented, and exquisitely apparelled by nature.’"