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I dag har Virginia Woolf namnsdag, och jag kan inte komma på något bättre än ett citat ur A Writer´s Diary (18 feb. 1922):

I have made up my mind that I´m not going to be popular, and so genuinely that I look upon disregard or abuse as part of my bargain. I´m to write what I like; and they´re to say what they like. My only interest as a writer lies, I begin to see, in some queer individuality; not in strength, or passion, or anything startling, but then I say to myself, is not "some queer individuality" precisely the quality I respect?

Roger Frys ömsinta, kärleksfulla målning av Virginia Woolf