“A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando
This blog is talking about writing so this piece on relationship is a bit off-track. I apologise.
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