Dear Society, Please Don’t Interfere

“Across the broad continent of a women’s life falls the shadow of a sword. On one side, all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths are straight, the trees regular, the sun shaded; escorted by gentlemen, protected by policemen, wedded and buried by clergymen. She has only to walk demurely from cradle to grave and no-one will touch a hair of her head. But on the other side, all is confusion. Nothing follows a regular course. The paths wind between bugs and precipices; the trees roar and rock and fall in ruin” - Virginia Woolf

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