The ending is handled beautifully.
The Voyage Out.
Mrs. Thornberry, an old woman, says the odd thing is that one never felt old.
She always felt that she was 25.
I am a man of 69.
I would've said 35.
After I actually was 35, of course.
Men mature in character, as well as physically, later than women.
Chapter 24.
The Voyage Out.
PS
Manafort is 68, 69 in April, just before my wife.
He has not one gray hair.
Nor does Trump, come to that.
He is 71, 72 in June.
Right.
My hair is more salt than pepper, and my Van Dyke is whiter than that.
De Beauvoir's title was apt.
Women are, by nature, the second sex.
Reading Woolf, The Voyage Out.
But it has nothing to do with intellectual incapacity and not much to do with other psychological differences.
It comes down mostly to differences in our bodies.
If I had had all the doubt and fear Rachel and Terence have after their engagement I would never have gone through with it.
The Voyage Out
Oh.
The source is Woolf, herself.
The vote and £ 500 a year.
She said when that was a hell of a lot.
Oddly, Aristotle would have agreed, if he had thought women could manage it.
And he did not.
Reading The Voyage Out.
Chapters 6 through 8.
What a fine writer she is.
And this is her first.
PS
I am reminded by the ignorance of women depicted in this novel that during the Victorian Era there were more prostitutes in London per capita than at any time before or since.
That makes perfect sense.
That was a time, above all others, when men had to appreciate that, if you wanted something important done right, you could not rely on an amateur, no matter how inspired.
You had to go to a professional.
Still, like Tolstoy or James, you can't read this without once in a while recalling in bitterness that Revolution doesn't really work.
Comic book movies or other action films.
Or porn.
What filled theaters in the 60s?
Tennessee Williams, Conrad, Shakespeare, Albee.
Or musicals like My Fair Lady.
Reading Mrs. Dalloway.
How many millions of his countrymen did Mao doom in this power struggle?
This struggle not to be killed?
Before he became, in the end, according to his physician, Tiberius on Capri, as reported by Suetonius.
Who did vastly, inexpressibly less harm to Rome than Mao did to China.
Reading Mrs. Dalloway.
Virginia Woolf, 1925.