‘Meanwhile the wineglasses had flushed yellow and flushed crimson; had been emptied; had been filled. And thus by degrees was lit, half-way down the spine, which is the seat of the soul, not that hard little electric light which we call brilliance, as it pops in and out upon our lips, but the more profound, subtle and subterranean glow which is the rich yellow flame of rational intercourse.’ ~ A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN by Virginia Woolf.
An astounding quote from an astounding essay full of heart and soul and insight.
A must-read!
For the audio-visually inclined, here’s the legendary essay performed by Eileen Atkins.