I am currently in Las Vegas as a part of a cousin's bridal party. As wandered through Vegas, I thought about how Virginia Woolf and Vegas are similar. With that said, shall I compare her to a Vegas night?
Vegas is a city of extreme untruths. There's an Eiffel Tower and Statue of Liberty on the same street. Although Vegas represents extreme falsities, the city has no pretense. Nothing here is supposed to be real. It's all sensory overload, and everybody knows it's only here to create intrigue and for aesthetic appeal. Vegas is completely honest in the fact that it is dishonest. It is
a very genuine city.
Like Vegas, Virginia Woolf is also genuine. The most compelling aspect of her authenticity is apparent in E.M. Forester's piece. Forester notes that Virginia "was a lady, by birth and upbringing, and it was no use being cowardly about it, and pretending that her mother had turned a mangle, or that Sir Leslie had been a plasterer's mate" (216). I like the phrase "no use being cowardly." I wonder if he had heard Virginia say this phrase before because it seems as if "no use being cowardly"could have been her mantra. She was a woman who had the courage to be her self and she was also a feminist. I can see her thinking of this phrase before composing a A Room of One's Own:"No use being cowardly, so I'll challenge patriarchy!"
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