"Surely, since she is a woman, and a beautiful woman, and a woman in the prime of life, she will soon give over this pretence of writing and thinking and begin to think, at least of a gamekeeper (and as long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking). And then she will write him a little note (and as long as she writes little notes nobody objects to a woman writing either) and make an assignation for Sunday dusk; and Sunday dusk will come; and the gamekeeper will whistle under the window--all of which is, of course, the very stuff of life and the only possible subject for fiction."

I also hated Lady Chatterly's Lover, but I could never have been this funny in saying so. 😂

"But love--as the male novelists define it--and who, after all, speak with greater authority?--has nothing whatever to do with kindness, fidelity, generosity, or poetry. Love is slipping off one's petticoat and--  But we all know what love is."

Kind of wish Virginia Woolf had written more stuff that was just to amuse her girlfriend. With her reputation for being literary and difficult, she doesn’t get enough credit for being sarcastically witty.