A Room of One's Own, and Three Guineas

I gleaned three “truths” from this essay:

1. Anger is an emotion that warps creativity
2. Poverty is a state that generates fear and bitterness (“intellectual freedom depends on material things”)
3. (and this is the one I find to be more truthy than true) Only a truly androgynous mind can be unfettered by rage and produce works of “genius”. As Woolf posits, “it is fatal for anyone who writes to think of their sex.” To a certain extent, I agree. To this day, men's writing often finds itself acrid in the “shadow of the ‘I'” from which no truth can grow - there is no question that ego dominance in a narrative chokes all possible oxygen sources. However, writing as a woman does not necessarily need to result in “sacrifice to the man with the measuring rod” - righteous anger at the status quo does not inherently equate to deference.

Briefly, her obsession with purity in the form of creation rings a bit hypocritical next to her criticisms of chastity as a virtue.
4. (cheating) I really ought to read Jane Eyre one day.