Ocupation: Writer
Life: January 25, 1882 - March 28, 1941
Birthday: January 25
Death: March 28
Reading [poetry], you know, is rather like opening the door to a horde of rebels who swarm out attacking one in twenty places at once - hit, roused, scraped, bared, swung through the air, so that life seems to flash by; then again blinded, knocked on the head - all of which are agreeable sensations for a reader (since nothing is more dismal than to open the door and get no response).
source: Virginia Woolf (2017). “The Essays of Virginia Woolf, Volume 5: 1929 - 1932”, p.298, Random House
topic: Reading, Air, Doors, Horde, Reading Poetry, No Response