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Jacob's Room

Jacob's Room

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She winked quickly. Accidents were awful things. She winked again. The mast was straight; the waves were regular; the lighthouse was upright; but the blot had spread. "… nothing for it but to leave," she read. "Well, if Jacob doesn't want to play" (the shadow of Archer, her eldest son, fell across the notepaper and looked blue on the sand, and she felt chilly–it was the third of September already), "if Jacob doesn't want to play"–what a horrid blot! It must be getting late. "Over there–by the rock," Steele muttered, with his brush between his teeth, squeezing out raw sienna, and keeping his eyes fixed on Betty Flanders's back. "Ja–cob! Ja–cob!" shouted Archer, lagging on after a second. The voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, soli-tary, unanswered, breaking against rocks–so it sounded. Steele frowned; but was pleased by the effect of the black–it was just THAT note which brought the rest to-gether. "Ah, one may learn to paint at fifty! There's Ti-tian…" and so, having found the right tint, up he looked and saw to his horror a cloud over the bay.

She winked quickly. Accidents were awful things. She winked again. The mast was straight; the waves were regular; the lighthouse was upright; but the blot had spread. "… nothing for it but to leave," she read. "Well, if Jacob doesn't want to play" (the shadow of Archer, her eldest son, fell across the notepaper and looked blue on the sand, and she felt chilly–it was the third of September already), "if Jacob doesn't want to play"–what a horrid blot! It must be getting late. "Over there–by the rock," Steele muttered, with his brush between his teeth, squeezing out raw sienna, and keeping his eyes fixed on Betty Flanders's back. "Ja–cob! Ja–cob!" shouted Archer, lagging on after a second. The voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, soli-tary, unanswered, breaking against rocks–so it sounded. Steele frowned; but was pleased by the effect of the black–it was just THAT note which brought the rest to-gether. "Ah, one may learn to paint at fifty! There's Ti-tian…" and so, having found the right tint, up he looked and saw to his horror a cloud over the bay.
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    9786253875596
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    204
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    Inglés
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    EPUB
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    DRM
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    BKW181817
Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf

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(Adeline Virginia Stephen) nació en Londres en 1882, hija del escritor Sir Leslie Stephen y Julia Prinsep Jackson. Sir Leslie estaba emparentado con William Thackeray, y frecuentaban su casa escritores como Henry James (cuya influencia en Virginia Woolf es notoria), Alfred Tennyson o Thomas Hardy.
Julia era de una belleza extraordinaria, por lo que fue modelo de los pintores prerrafelitas, entre ellos Edward Burne Jones. La muerte repentina de su madre, acontecida cuando Virginia sólo tenía 13 años, fue la causa de su primera depresión. A ella se sumaron otras a lo largo de su vida, además de padecer un trastorno bipolar. Una situación tal vez derivada de los abusos sexuales que al parecer padeció llevados a cabo por sus hermanastros.
Tras la muerte de su padre, Virginia se trasladó con su hermana Vanessa al barrio de Blooms­bury, donde frecuentó a los miembros del conocido grupo y a otros intelectuales: Lytton Stra­chey, Keynes, Wittgenstein, Bertrand Russell, Gerald Brenan, Dora Carrington y Leonard Woolf entre ellos. En 1912 se casó con Leonard Woolf, y con él fundó la famosa editorial Hogarth Press, en la que además de publicarse las obras de Virginia, aparecieron libros importantes de Sigmund Freud, T. S. Eliot o Katherine Mansfield. En 1922 Virginia conoció a Vita Sackville-West, con la que estableció una relación sentimental que duró varios años, sin que por ello se resintiera la que mantenía con Leonard. De hecho, Orlando, una de las mejores novelas de Virginia estaba dedicada a Vita.

El 28 de marzo de 1941 Virginia se suicidó. Llenó de piedras los bolsillos de su abrigo, y se sumergió en el río Ouse.