1929 Virginia Woolf on the relationship between art and workers

[F]iction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.  Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible; Shakespeare’s plays, for instance, seem to hang there complete by themselves.  But when the web is pulled askew, hooked up at the edge, torn in the middle, one remembers that these webs are not spun midair by incorporeal creatures, but are the work of suffering human beings, and are attached to grossly material things, like health and money and the houses we live in.

                                                –Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (1929) 43-44

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