Virginia Woolf on the Paradox of the Soul and the Consolations of Growing Older
As for the soul… the truth is, one can’t write directly about the soul. Looked at, it vanishes; but look at the ceiling, at Grizzle [the dog], at the cheaper beasts in the Zoo which are exposed to walkers in Regent’s Park, and the soul slips in. It slipped in this afternoon.
Helena Severin by Julia Hetta for Luncheon Magazine Spring-Summer 2018 - Fashion Editorials - Minimal. / Visual.
“To enjoy freedom, if the platitude is pardonable, we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half the house in order to water a single rose-bush; we must train them, exactly and powerfully, here on the very spot.” ~ Virginia Woolf