
So, I finally figured what killed Virginia Woolf.
What nearly got me too.
The sticking to the straight and narrow, hollow domesticity, clipping garden hedges in tea parties.
Not easy to do that for someone essentially a flower-child, La Boheme et al.
Same thing, in the enforced marriage of La Shergill et al..and the confines of 'domesticity' upon an freethinking bisexual artist, who was the paintings she drew.
That era reflects the wider openess of the social, sexual and cultural revolution, shaking the bourgoise status quo of the Victorian ethos. The time of Brecht, Surrealists, marxists and Picasso..
"where the women come and go
talking of Michaelangelo"

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