<div dir="ltr">On Woolf's birthday, and in memory of the late, great Ursula K. Le Guin, I offer this passage from Le Guin's wonderful book The Wave of the Mind:<div><div class="gmail-" style="font-family:"SF Optimized",system-ui,-apple-system,BlinkMacSystemFont,".SFNSText-Regular",sans-serif;color:rgb(29,33,41);font-size:14px;letter-spacing:-0.11999999731779099px;white-space:pre-wrap"><div class="gmail-_1mf gmail-_1mj" style="direction:ltr;font-family:inherit"><span style="font-family:inherit"><br></span></div></div><div class="gmail-" style="font-family:"SF Optimized",system-ui,-apple-system,BlinkMacSystemFont,".SFNSText-Regular",sans-serif;color:rgb(29,33,41);font-size:14px;letter-spacing:-0.11999999731779099px;white-space:pre-wrap"><div class="gmail-_1mf gmail-_1mj" style="direction:ltr;font-family:inherit"><span style="font-family:inherit">"What is the rhythm the silent reader hears? What is the rhythm the prose writer follows?</span></div></div><div class="gmail-" style="font-family:"SF Optimized",system-ui,-apple-system,BlinkMacSystemFont,".SFNSText-Regular",sans-serif;color:rgb(29,33,41);font-size:14px;letter-spacing:-0.11999999731779099px;white-space:pre-wrap"><div class="gmail-_1mf gmail-_1mj" style="direction:ltr;font-family:inherit"><span style="font-family:inherit"><br></span></div></div><div class="gmail-" style="font-family:"SF Optimized",system-ui,-apple-system,BlinkMacSystemFont,".SFNSText-Regular",sans-serif;color:rgb(29,33,41);font-size:14px;letter-spacing:-0.11999999731779099px;white-space:pre-wrap"><div class="gmail-_1mf gmail-_1mj" style="direction:ltr;font-family:inherit"><span style="font-family:inherit">"While she was writing her last novel, Pointz Hall, which she refers to below as PH, and which when it was published became Between the Acts, Virginia Woolf wrote in her diary:</span></div></div><div class="gmail-" style="font-family:"SF Optimized",system-ui,-apple-system,BlinkMacSystemFont,".SFNSText-Regular",sans-serif;color:rgb(29,33,41);font-size:14px;letter-spacing:-0.11999999731779099px;white-space:pre-wrap"><div class="gmail-_1mf gmail-_1mj" style="direction:ltr;font-family:inherit"><span style="font-family:inherit"><br></span></div></div><div class="gmail-" style="font-family:"SF Optimized",system-ui,-apple-system,BlinkMacSystemFont,".SFNSText-Regular",sans-serif;color:rgb(29,33,41);font-size:14px;letter-spacing:-0.11999999731779099px;white-space:pre-wrap"><div class="gmail-_1mf gmail-_1mj" style="direction:ltr;font-family:inherit"><span style="font-family:inherit">"'It is the rhythm of a book that, by running in the head, winds one into a ball: and so jades one, The rhythm of PH (the last chapter) became so obsessive that I heard it, perhaps used it, in every sentence I spoke. By reading the notes for memoirs I broke this up. The thyrhm of the notes is far freer and looser. Two days of writing in that rhythm has completely refreshed me. So I go back to PH tomorrow. This I think is rather profound.' (Virginia Woolf, Diary, 17 November 1940)"</span></div></div><div><br></div>-- <br><div class="gmail_signature"><div dir="ltr"><div><div dir="ltr">Sally Greene<div>919-260-4077<br></div><div><br></div><div><div><a href="http://sallygreene.org/" target="_blank">sallygreene.org</a><br></div><div>@GoSallyGreene</div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div></div></div></div>
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