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"Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes. So long as you write what you wish, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of you vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery, and the sacrifice of wealth and chastity which used to be said to be the greatest of human disasters, a mere flea-bite in comparison."
V. Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929
...quoting, an unusual thing.
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