. . . it is almost impossible that I should be here.

"It is almost impossible that I should be here..."

Commonplace Book (March 2018)

March 28th

She would have been, in the first place, like Lady Bexborough, with a skin of crumpled leather and beautiful eyes. She would have been, like Lady Bexborough, slow and stately; rather large; interested in politics like a man; with a country house; very dignified, very sincere. Instead of which she had a narrow pea-stick figure; a ridiculous little face, beaked like a bird's. That she held herself well was true; and had nice hands and feet; and dressed well, considering that she spent little. But often now this body she wore( she stopped to look at a Dutch picture), this body, with all its capacities, seemed nothing—nothing at all. She had the oddest sense of being herself invisible, unseen; unknown; there being no more marrying, no more having of children now, but only this astonishing and rather solemn progress with the rest of them, up Bond Street, this being Mrs. Dalloway; not even Clarissa any more; this being Mrs. Richard Dalloway.

Virginia Woolf
Mrs. Dalloway (1925), pg. 1113
Norton Anthology of English Literature (Major Authors), 9th edition

March 24th

Is it true that we can learn only when we are aware we are being taught?

Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick
Touching Feeling: Affect, Pedagogy, Performativity (2003), pg. 153