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Blog #206: Cornering Beckwith and MacAlister in To the Lighthouse

TweetTime to deliver on my promise to further examine the Macalister and Beckwith names. Not an easy task, as my conjectures regarding these names are even wilder and more tendentious than those relating to Father McNabb. At least with Father McNabb, I have strong, even if circumstantial, evidence that Virginia would have known about him. [...]

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Blog #205: Finding a Kennedy candidate for To the Lighthouse

Tweet    War is only glorious when you buy it in the Daily Mail and enjoy it at the breakfast table. It goes splendidly with bacon and eggs. Real war is the final limit of damnable brutality, and that’s all there is in it.  It’s about the silliest, filthiest most inhumanly fatuous thing that ever [...]

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Blog #204: Reaching “Time Passes” by way of Ditchling and Father Vincent McNabb

Blog #204: Reaching “Time Passes” by way of Ditchling and Father Vincent McNabb

Tweet                       Stone the crows, I’m back to names again. More specifically, I’m back to Mrs. McNabb. Lord love a duck! Five years ago, when I first indulged in what I then called “wild and tendentious” speculations about Mrs. McNabb, I was led on by [...]

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Blog #203: Elementary My Dear Woolf: The Case for Seeing Arthur Conan Doyle in To the Lighthouse

TweetIn a very early Woolf blog, I fancifully suggested that Minta Doyle’s surname might be a tribute to Scottish born Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The statement was a rather wild one, given that other than the name itself I had no clues to lead me in that direction. There was seemingly no reason for an [...]

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Blog #202: To the Lighthouse Brings Married Love to “Modern Love”

Tweet“She gave him comprehension of the meaning of love: a word in many mouths, not often explained. With her, wound in his idea of her, he perceived it to signify a new start in our existence, a finer shoot of the tree stoutly planted in good gross earth; the senses running their live sap, and [...]

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Blog #201: Bishop in Dove instead of Woolf

Tweet Fathers don’t have to be dynasts to bridge past and future. Through family and family stories, almost every father roots his children to the past while growing different possible futures through present actions. Understanding of “Grape Sherbet” is deepened by the knowledge that Rita Dove’s father was the first black man allowed to work [...]

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Blog #200: On Why Meredith Was Not Allowed to Go the Way of Calprenede and Scudery

TweetWill you at any rate write to me? I hardly think so. You always say you love writing letters, but you never do it. The inconsistency of your sex, I suppose. Yours would be more soothing to read than George Meredith’s. What do you think? I opened that volume just before I left Belsize yesterday, [...]

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Blog #199: A Tragic Digression On A To the Lighthouse Approach

Blog #199: A Tragic Digression On A To the Lighthouse Approach

Tweet One of the best things about research is making unexpected discoveries. The discoveries are not always directly useful, yet for the researcher they can be valuable and deeply moving. This is the story of one such discovery. With the help of AbeBooks, I’ve just obtained a copy of The Life and Letters of Leslie [...]

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Blog #198: Of Seals and Walruses in To the Lighthouse

TweetI read a great deal, I say: all the big books I have read I have read in the country. Besides this I write—with greater ease, at times, than ever in London. But the books are the things that I enjoy—on the whole—most. I feel sometimes for hours together as though the physical stuff of [...]

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Blog #197: George Meredith and Virginia Woolf: The Lark Ascending To the Lighthouse

TweetThe Lark Ascending He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, All intervolv’d and spreading wide, Like water-dimples down a tide Where ripple ripple overcurls And eddy into eddy whirls; A press of hurried notes that run So [...]

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