Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass that we call the world. But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
. A lock of Walt Whitman’s hair, Jack Kerouac’s boots, and Virginia Woolf’s cane are just a few of the items of literary paraphernalia available at the New York Public … Continue reading
. In this excerpt from a 1937 BBC radio broadcast, the only surviving recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice, the great author tells us that words “hate being useful; they hate making … Continue reading