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This book examines the centrality of the countryside to women's work, creativity, and aspirations in early-twentieth-century England.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 edition. Excerpt: ... ii About Getting There We always consider that emancipation takes place at one exact spot on the Great Western Railway; the only difficulty is that Virginia and I never agree as to which is the exact spot. Virginia insists that the air suddenly changes just beyond Chepstow Station, where we change from the London and South Wales main line to the local train that, two or three times a day (week-days only), runs through our particular Valley, like a small boy's toy affair. This train, which makes up in black smoke for what it lacks of other dignity, steams out of the main line junction with an important snort and rumble; over the bridge it goes, and the stranger would imagine it was well under way. But no; it then comes to a standstill at the point where the main line and the Valley line meet, in order that the gentleman who lives--we presume--in the signal-box (but who is always standing on the railway line when we see him) may hand to our engine-driver a metal staff--some sort of a key, they tell me, which is said to unlock the single railway line. I don't pretend to understand the process myself. I only know that our engine-driver looks lovingly at it as though it were the apple of his eye (I've There craned my head out of the window, that's how 1 know), and clasps it to his chest, until he gets to the first station on the Valley line, where he hands it over to the station-master, who, in turn, gives him another one, to which he clings just as pathetically. In this leisurely way we proceed up the Valley. It wouldn't have any deep significance, but for the fact that Virginia maintains it is the first key that unlocks the imprisoned Ego within her, and sets her soul free from the trammels and shackles and cobwebs and chains, hampering, ..
Privacy is not often thought of as a marker of modernity but a look at British women's writing of the early twentieth century suggests that it should be so. This book examines the female pursuit of privacy, particularly of the spatial kind, as women began to claim privacy as an entitlement of the modern, middle-class woman.