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<div style="direction: ltr;font-family: Tahoma;color: #000000;font-size: 10pt;">Not 100% sure that it is the statue that they are looking at Stuart . . .<br>
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<div style="direction: ltr;" id="divRpF404823"><font color="#000000" face="Tahoma" size="2"><b>From:</b> vwoolf-bounces@lists.service.ohio-state.edu [vwoolf-bounces@lists.service.ohio-state.edu] on behalf of Stuart N. Clarke [stuart.n.clarke@btinternet.com]<br>
<b>Sent:</b> 09 April 2013 12:52<br>
<b>To:</b> vwoolf@lists.service.ohio-state.edu<br>
<b>Subject:</b> [Vwoolf] The Duke of Cambridge<br>
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<div>No, the other one!</div>
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<div>“<span style="line-height:14pt; font-family:">He [Peter Walsh] was not old, or set, or dried in the least. As for caring what they said of him—the Dalloways, the Whitbreads, and their set, he cared not a straw—not a straw (though it was true he would have,
some time or other, to see whether Richard couldn't help him to some job). Striding, staring, he glared at the
<font color="#000000">statue of the <span style="color:">Duke</span> of <span style="color:">
Cambridge</span>.” (“Mrs. Dalloway”)</font></span></div>
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<div><span style="line-height:14pt; font-family:">“<span style="line-height:14pt; font-family:">True, they had money and power, but only at the cost of harbouring in their breasts an eagle, a vulture, for ever tearing the liver out and plucking at the lungs—the
instinct for possession, the rage for acquisition which drives them to <font color="#000000">
desire other people's fields and goods perpetually; to make frontiers and flags; battleships and poison gas; to offer up their own lives and their children's lives. ... These are unpleasant instincts to harbour, I reflected. They are bred of the conditions
of life; of the lack of civilisation, I thought, looking at the statue of the <span style="color:">
Duke</span> of <span style="color:">Cambridge</span>, and in</font> particular at the feathers in his cocked hat, with a fixity that they have scarcely ever received before.” (“A Room of One’s Own”)</span></span></div>
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<div><span style="line-height:14pt; font-family:">On 23 November 2012, passers-by looked at the statue “with a fixity that [it has] scarcely ever received before”:</span></div>
<div><a title="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/naked-man-climbs-statue-in-whitehall-1452398" href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/naked-man-climbs-statue-in-whitehall-1452398" target="_blank">http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/naked-man-climbs-statue-in-whitehall-1452398</a></div>
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