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1	1917-1944	Virginia Woolf. Works [ID D31517]. 1917 Woolf, Virginia. The mark on the wall. (Richmond : Hogarth Press, 1917). It is true that he does finally incline to believe in the camp; and, being opposed, indites a pamphlet which he is about to read at the quarterly meeting of the local society when a stroke lays him low, and his last conscious thoughts are not of wife or child, but of the camp and that arrowhead there, which is now in the case at the local museum, together with the foot of a Chinese murderess, a handful of Elizabethan nails, a great many Tudor clay pipes, a piece of Roman pottery, and the wine-glass that Nelson drank out of--proving I really don't know what. 1919 Woolf, Virginia. Kew gardens. (Richmond : Hogarth Press, 1919). "Wherever does one have one's tea?" she asked with the oddest thrill of excitement in her voice, looking vaguely round and letting herself be drawn on down the grass path, trailing her parasol, turning her head this way and that way, forgetting her tea, wishing to go down there and then down there, remembering orchids and cranes among wild flowers, a Chinese pagoda and a crimson crested bird; but he bore her on… But there was no silence; all the time the motor omnibuses were turning their wheels and changing their gear; like a vast nest of Chinese boxes all of wrought steel turning ceaselessly one within another the city murmured; on the top of which the voices cried aloud and the petals of myriads of flowers flashed their colours into the air… 1919 Woolf, Virginia. Night and day. (London : Hogarth Press, 1919). Chap. 1 She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards... Chap. 4 The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china... Chap. 9 All the books and pictures, even the chairs and tables, had belonged to him, or had reference to him; even the china dogs on the mantelpiece and the little shepherdesses with their sheep had been bought by him for a penny a piece from a man who used to stand with a tray of toys in Kensington High Street, as Katharine had often heard her mother tell... 1920 Woolf, Virginia. Solid objects. In : The Athenaeum ; October (1920). Anything, so long as it was an object of some kind, more or less round, perhaps with a dying flame deep sunk in its mass, anything--china, glass, amber, rock, marble--even the smooth oval egg of a prehistoric bird would do… He could only touch it with the point of his stick through the railings; but he could see that it was a piece of china of the most remarkable shape, as nearly resembling a starfish as anything--shaped, or broken accidentally, into five irregular but unmistakable points… At length he was forced to go back to his rooms and improvise a wire ring attached to the end of a stick, with which, by dint of great care and skill, he finally drew the piece of china within reach of his hands… The meeting was held without him. But how had the piece of china been broken into this remarkable shape? A careful examination put it beyond doubt that the star shape was accidental, which made it all the more strange, and it seemed unlikely that there should be another such in existence… The contrast between the china so vivid and alert, and the glass so mute and contemplative, fascinated him, and wondering and amazed he asked himself how the two came to exist in the same world… He now began to haunt the places which are most prolific of broken china, such as pieces of waste land between railway lines, sites of demolished houses, and commons in the neighbourhood of London. But china is seldom thrown from a great height; it is one of the rarest of human actions. You have to find in conjunction a very high house, and a woman of such reckless impulse and passionate prejudice that she flings her jar or pot straight from the window without thought of who is below. Broken china was to be found in plenty, but broken in some trifling domestic accident, without purpose or character… It weighed his pocket down; it weighed the mantelpiece down; it radiated cold. And yet the meteorite stood upon the same ledge with the lump of glass and the star-shaped china… As his standard became higher and his taste more severe the disappointments were innumerable, but always some gleam of hope, some piece of china or glass curiously marked or broken lured him on… 1922 Woolf, Virginia. Jacob's room. (Richmond : Hogarth Press, 1922). Chap. 3 The waiters at Trinity must have been shuffling china plates like cards, from the clatter that could be heard in the Great Court... Chap. 6 The Greeks—yes, that was what they talked about—how when all’s said and done, when one’s rinsed one’s mouth with every literature in the world, including Chinese and Russian (but these Slavs aren’t civilized), it’s the flavour of Greek that remains... Chap. 13 And Clara would hand the pretty china teacups, and smile at the compliment—that no one in London made tea so well as she did... 1923 Woolf, Virginia. The Chinese shoe. In : Nation & Athenaeum ; 17 Nov. (1923). In : The essays of Virginia Woolf. (London : Hogarth Press, 1986-2011). Vol. 3. Review of Fitzpatrick, Kathleen. Lady Henry Somerset. (London : J. Cape, 1923). "Lady Henry Somerset, her biographer says, 'came into the world with a far lagrger share of the joy of being alive' than is the lot of most. If that were so, no woman was ever more completely defrauded of her rights. The Victorian age was to blame ; her mother was to blame ; Lord Henry was to blame ; even the saintly Mr Watts was forced by fate to take part in the general conspiracy against her. Between them each natural desire of a lively and courageous nature was stunted, until we feel that the old Chinese custom of fitting the foot to the shoe was charitable compared with the mid-Victorian practice of fitting the woman to the system." 1923 Woolf, Virginia. Mrs Dalloway in Bond street. In : Dial ; vol. 75, no 1 (July 1923). 'Good morning to you!' said Hugh Whitbread raising his hat rather extravagantly by the china shop, for they had known each other as children. 'Where are you off to?'… It was much more important, he said, to get trade with China… 1925 Woolf, Virginia. Miss Mitford. The common reader : first series. (London : Hogarth Press, 1925). The touch about the cream, for instance, might be called historical, for it is well known that when Mary won £20,000 in the Irish lottery, the Doctor spent it all upon Wedgwood china… Lady Dorothy Nevill. she imported rare fish; spent a great deal of energy in vainly trying to induce storks and Cornish choughs to breed in Sussex; painted on china… 1925 Woolf, Virginia. Mrs Dalloway. (London : Hogarth Press, 1925). Devonshire House, Bath House, the house with the china cockatoo, she had seen them all lit up once; and remembered Sylvia, Fred, Sally Seton--such hosts of people; and dancing all night; and the waggons plodding past to market; and driving home across the Park… Choosing a pair of gloves--should they be to the elbow or above it, lemon or pale grey?--ladies stopped; when the sentence was finished something had happened. Something so trifling in single instances that no mathematical instrument, though capable of transmitting shocks in China… Of all, her mistress was loveliest--mistress of silver, of linen, of china, for the sun, the silver, doors off their hinges, Rumpelmayer's men, gave her a sense, as she laid the paper-knife on the inlaid table, of something achieved… For the Dalloways, in general, were fair-haired; blue-eyed; Elizabeth, on the contrary, was dark; had Chinese eyes in a pale face; an Oriental mystery; was gentle, considerate, still… It was expression she needed, but her eyes were fine, Chinese, oriental, and, as her mother said, with such nice shoulders and holding herself so straight, she was always charming to look at; and lately, in the evening especially, when she was interested, for she never seemed excited, she looked almost beautiful, very stately, very serene… The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded… 1927 Woolf, Virginia. The new dress. In : The New York magazine ; May (1927). [Geschrieben 1924]. at Easter--let her recall it--a great tuft of pale sand-grass standing all twisted like a shock of spears against the sky, which was blue like a smooth china egg, so firm, so hard, and then the melody of the waves… Barnet for helping her and wrapped herself, round and round and round, in the Chinese cloak she had worn these twenty years… 1927 Woolf, Virginia. To the lighthouse. (London : Hogarth Press, 1927). The window. Chap. 3 With her little Chinese eyes and her puckered-up face, she would never marry; one could not take her painting very seriously; she was an independent little creature, and Mrs. Ramsay liked her for it; so, remembering her promise, she bent her head. Chap. 5 And now," she said, thinking that Lily's charm was her Chinese eyes, aslant in her white, puckered little face, but it would take a clever man to see it, "and now stand up, and let me measure your leg," for they might go to the Lighthouse after all, and she must see if the stocking did not need to be an inch or two longer in the leg... Chap. 17 But, she thought, screwing up her Chinese eyes, and remembering how he sneered at women, "can't paint, can't write," why should I help him to relieve himself?... She faded, under Minta's glow; became more inconspicuous than ever, in her little grey dress with her little puckered face and her little Chinese eyes… The China rose is all abloom and buzzing with the yellow bee... Chap. 19 And she waited a little, knitting, wondering, and slowly rose those words they had said at dinner, "the China rose is all abloom and buzzing with the honey bee"… Time passes Chap. 4 So with the house empty and the doors locked and the mattresses rolled round, those stray airs, advance guards of great armies, blustered in, brushed bare boards, nibbled and fanned, met nothing in bedroom or drawing-room that wholly resisted them but only hangings that flapped, wood that creaked, the bare legs of tables, saucepans and china already furred, tarnished, cracked... Chap. 5 [She] began again the old amble and hobble, taking up mats, putting down china, looking sideways in the glass, as if, after all, she had her consolations, as if indeed there twined about her dirge some incorrigible hope... Chap. 9 Let the broken glass and the china lie out on the lawn and be tangled over with grass and wild berries… Then the roof would have fallen; briars and hemlocks would have blotted out path, step and window; would have grown, unequally but lustily over the mound, until some trespasser, losing his way, could have told only by a red-hot poker among the nettles, or a scrap of china in the hemlock, that here once some one had lived; there had been a house... The lighthouse Chap. 4 There was something (she stood screwing up her little Chinese eyes in her small puckered face)… Chap. 9 There was something (she stood screwing up her little Chinese eyes in her small puckered face)… He began following her from room to room and at last they came to a room where in a blue light, as if the reflection came from many china dishes, she talked to somebody; he listened to her talking... 1928 Woolf, Virginia. Orlando : a biography. (London : Hogarth Press, 1928). Preface I have had the advantage--how great I alone can estimate--of Mr Arthur Waley's knowledge of Chinese... Chap. 2 Indeed, when Orlando came to reckon up the matter of furnishing with rosewood chairs and cedar-wood cabinets, with silver basins, china bowls, and Persian carpets… Chap. 4 Nor could she do more as the ship sailed to its anchorage by London Bridge than glance at coffee-house windows where, on balconies, since the weather was fine, a great number of decent citizens sat at ease, with china dishes in front of them… Moreover, said Mrs Grimsditch, over her dish of china tea, to Mr Dupper that night… That the cup was china, or the gazette paper, she doubted… Whether the Nymph shall break Diana's Law, Or some frail China Jar receive a Flaw… So then one may sketch her spending her morning in a China robe of ambiguous gender among her books… Chap. 5 Coffee supplanted the after-dinner port, and, as coffee led to a drawing-room in which to drink it, and a drawing-room to glass cases, and glass cases to artificial flowers, and artificial flowers to mantelpieces, and mantelpieces to pianofortes, and pianofortes to drawing-room ballads, and drawing-room ballads (skipping a stage or two) to innumerable little dogs, mats, and china ornaments, the home--which had become extremely important--was completely altered… 1929 Woolf, Virginia. A room of one's own. (London : Hogarth Press, 1929). Chap. 1 What force is behind that plain china off which we dined, and (here it popped out of my mouth before I could stop it) the beef, the custard and the prunes?... Chap. 4 The wonder is that any book so composed holds together for more than a year or two, or can possibly mean to the English reader what it means for the Russian or the Chinese... 1931 Woolf, Virginia. The waves. (London : Hogarth Press, 1931). 'Now there are rounds of white china, and silver streaks beside each plate.'… Everything became softly amorphous, as if the china of the plate flowed and the steel of the knife were liquid… We listen to missionaries from China… There again comes that rollicking chorus. They are now smashing china--that also is the convention… Now again they are smashing the china--that is the convention… What malevolent yet searching light would Louis throw upon this dwindling autumn evening, upon this china-smashing and trolling of hunting-songs, upon Neville, Byron and our life here?... The veins on the glaze of the china, the grain of the wood, the fibres of the matting became more and more finely engraved. Everything was without shadow. A jar was so green that the eye seemed sucked up through a funnel by its intensity and stuck to it like a limpet… 'I like to be asked to come to Mr Burchard's private room and report on our commitments to China… That man there, by the cabinet; he lives you say, surrounded by china pots… And since beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful, and he is static, his life stagnates in a china sea… I drop all these facts--diamonds, withered hands, china pots and the rest of it--as a monkey drops nuts from its naked paws… "She met him under the dark archway.'It is over,' he said, turning from the cage where the china parrot hangs."… We may wander to a lake and watch Chinese geese waddling flat-footed to the water's edge or see a bone-like city church with young green trembling before it… Each sight is an arabesque scrawled suddenly to illustrate some hazard and marvel of intimacy. The snow, the burst pipe, the tin bath, the Chinese goose--these are signs swung high aloft upon which, looking back, I read the character of each love; how each was different… 1933 Woolf, Virginia. Flush : a biography. (London : Hogarth Press, 1933). A million airs from China, from Arabia, wafted their frail incense into the remotest fibres of his senses… Just as an English peer who has lived a lifetime in the East and contracted some of the habits of the natives--rumour hints indeed that he has turned Moslem and had a son by a Chinese washerwoman--finds, when he takes his place at Court… 1937 Woolf, Virginia. The years. (London : Hogarth Press, 1937). Opposite them stood a Dutch cabinet with blue china on the shelves; the sun of the April evening made a bright stain here and there on the glass… There was a sudden roar of laughter; then the tinkle of a piano; then a nondescript clatter and chatter--of china partly… It was bare yet crowded. The table was too large; there were hard green-plush chairs; yet the table-cloth was coarse; darned in the middle; and the china was cheap with its florid red roses…. Here she was again in the paved alley; there were the old curiosity shops with their blue china and their brass warming-pans… She granted, as she looked round, the superiority of the Lodge china and silver; and the Japanese plates and the picture had been hideous; but this dining-room with its hanging creepers and its vast cracked canvases was so dark… There it was, sure enough. All the same, the party from China took a fancy to it… And here am I, she thought, looking at the china in the Dutch cabinet, in this drawing-room, getting a little spark from what someone said all those years ago--here it comes (the china was changing from blue to livid) skipping over all those mountains, all those seas… The smooth hard surface of the china with its red flowers seemed to her for a second a marvellous mystery… Like everything English, she thought, laying down her umbrella on the refectory table beside the china bowl, with dried rose leaves in it, the past seemed near, domestic, friendly… A nice vase of flowers stood on the dressing-table; there was the polished wardrobe and a china box by her bedside… He stood at the window for a moment admiring a lady of fashion in a charming hat who was looking at a pot in the curiosity shop opposite. It was a blue pot on a Chinese stand with green brocade behind it… They paused for a moment to look at a tree that was covered with pink blossoms in a china tub standing at the door… The table, with the gay china and the lamp, seemed ringed in a circle of bright light as she turned back… "Just back from India," he added. "A present from Bengal, eh?" he said, referring to the cloak. "And next year she's off to China," said Peggy... 1940 Woolf, Virginia. Roger Fry : a biography. (London : Hogarth Press, 1940). He also painted modestly, economically. With penny moist paints and twopenny Chinese white and penny brushes he decorated "two sweet little terra-cott plates 95 with pictures of flowers… A pile of books "as high as the tower of Babel and as intelligible I expect stood on his table. Among them, however, was Letters to John Chinaman, by Lowes Dickinson… Chinese pictures rather recently imported and an immense eighteenth-century carpet spread all over the floor… Half-consciously he would stretch out a hand and begin to alier the flowers in a vase, or pick up a bit of china, turn it round and put it down again… Pots were bought and coloured handkerchiefs, and he pointed out how the bold crude pattern was based on some half-forgotten tradition Russian or Greek, or Chinese?... And though the Orient Express was crowded, and a truculent Colonel, whom Roger Fry sized up correctly at first sight, refused to give up his comer seat had he not said that he would? he contrived somehow to convey an invalid who could not stand and a freight of fragile china successfully across Europe… All sorts of people were coming down Princess Lichnowsky, Lady Ottoline Morrell, G. L. Dickinson, a Chinese poet, a French poet, business men young artists… Then he is off to Poole, to practise throwing, glazing and painting on china… House-moving was an arduous occupation in the early days of peace; the price of linoleum, he groaned, was exorbitant; firm after firm refused to move his furniture; but at last two meat vans hired at Smithfield arrived at Durbins, and under Ms supervision porters who reeked of blood but were charming characters nevertheless removed the Chinese statues, the Italian cabinets, the negro masks and all the pots and plates that had made the big rooms at Durbins glow with so many different colours… the Victorian wall-paper was dabbed out with a stencil; and there in the garden for there was a "beautifully designed garden which stretches away for ever" by the side of a fountain presided over by a Chinese deity under the austere gaze of the tower of Holloway Jail he sat writing an article for the Athenaeum… "Je suis sur que je ne me trompe pas à Paris j'ai trouve un artiste jusqu'alors presqu' inconnu pour moi, Rouault, qui est surement un des grands genies de tous les temps. Je ne pen comparer ses dessins qu’à l'art Tang des Chinois dont il nous reste seulement quelques specimens"… In the house; there was the dining-room, looking out over the garden where his favourite irises nodded over the fountain presided over by the Chinese statue… Then there was the great lady, the patroness of art, who confronted with a blue Picasso, emitted "one of the great sayings of the century. Well, if you call them Chinese, I think they're beautiful, but if you call them French, I think they're quite stupid... He would show "hordes of school marms from the U.S.A. armed with note-books seeking information", round his rooms; and then "a very intelligent young man from Manchester" who was interested in Chinese pottery… And so at last the books came out one after another the books on French art, and Flemish art and British art; the books on separate painters; the books on whole periods of art; the essays upon Persian art and Chinese art and Russian art… There was the Derain picture of a spectral dog in ttie snow; the blue Matisse picture of ships in harbour. And there were the negro masks and the Chinese statues, and ail the plates the rare Persian china and the cheap peasant pottery that he had picked up for a farthing at a fair… "I shall be compelled to work out some of my ideas more fully." Soon he was "head over ears in Chinese art, and hardly know how to get through in time there's so much for me to learn. Here the phrase of the Chinese philosopher makes itself heard: "I homme natural resiste a la nature des choses, celui qui connait le Lao coule par les interstices"... 1941 Woolf, Virginia. Between the acts. (London : Hogarth Press, 1941). It took her five seconds in actual time, in mind time ever so much longer, to separate Grace herself, with blue china on a tray… She laid hold of a thick china mug… The Barn filled. Fumes rose. China clattered; voices chattered. Isa pressed her way to the table… She took it. "Let me turn away," she murmured, turning, "from the array"--she looked desolately round her--"of china faces, glazed and hard… The noise of china and chatter drowned her murmur… On the table they placed a china tea service… The Chinese, you know, put a dagger on the table and that's a battle… Nor the chatter of china faces glazed and hard… 1942 Woolf Virginia. Street haunting : a London adventure. In : Woolf, Virginia. The death of the moth and other essays. (London : Hogarth Press, 1942). [Geschriebne 1930]. "Take it!" she cried, and thrust the blue and white china bowl into our hands as if she never wanted to be reminded of her quixotic generosity… All this--Italy, the windy morning, the vines laced about the pillars, the Englishman and the secrets of his over desks where clerks sit turning with wetted forefinger the files of endless correspondences; or more suffusedly the firelight wavers and the lamplight falls upon the privacy of some drawing-room, its easy chairs, its papers, its china, its inlaid table, and the figure of a woman soul--rise up in a cloud from the china bowl on the mantelpiece… In what crevices and crannies, one might ask, did they lodge, this maimed company of the halt and the blind? Here, perhaps, in the top rooms of these narrow old houses between Holborn and Soho, where people have such queer names, and pursue so many curious trades, are gold beaters, accordion pleaters, cover buttons, or support life, with even greater fantasticality, upon a traffic in cups without saucers, china umbrella handles, and highly-coloured pictures of martyred saints… This packing up and going off, exploring deserts and catching fevers, settling in India for a lifetime, penetrating even to China and then returning to lead a parochial life at Edmonton… Here again is the usual door; here the chair turned as we left it and the china bowl and the brown ring on the carpet… 1942 Woolf, Virginia. Three pictures. In : Woolf, Virginia. The death of th4e moth and other essays. (London : Hogarth Press, 1942). [Geschrieben 1929]. A fine young sailor carrying a bundle; a girl with her hand on his arm; neighbours gathering round; a cottage garden ablaze with flowers; as one passed one read at the bottom of that picture that the sailor was back from China, and there was a fine spread waiting for him in the parlour; and he had a present for his young wife in his bundle; and she was soon going to bear him their first child… The imagination supplied other pictures springing from that first one, a picture of the sailor cutting firewood, drawing water; and they talked about China; and the girl set his present on the chimney-piece where everyone who came could see it; and she sewed at her baby clothes, and all the doors and windows were open into the garden so that the birds were flittering and the bees humming, and Rogers--that was his name--could not say how much to his liking all this was after the China seas... 1944 Woolf, Virginia. The legacy. In : Woolf, Virginia. A haunted house and other stories. (London : Hogarth press, 1944). Every ring, every necklace, every little Chinese box--she had a passion for little boxes--had a name on it… 1944 Woolf, Virginia. The man who lived his kind. In : Woolf, Virginia. A haunted house and other stories. (London : Hogarth press, 1944). And Prickett Ellis feeling something rise within him which would decapitate this young woman, make a victim of her, massacre her, made her sit down there, where they would not be interrupted, on two chairs, in the empty garden, for everyone was upstairs, only you could hear a buzz and a hum and a chatter and a jingle, like the mad accompaniment of some phantom orchestra to a cat or two slinking across the grass, and the wavering of leaves, and the yellow and red fruit like Chinese lanterns wobbling this way and that--the talk seemed like a frantic skeleton dance music set to something very real, and full of suffering… 1944 Woolf, Virginia. Moments of being. In : Woolf, Virginia. A haunted house and other stories. (London : Hogarth press, 1944). the china tea cups and the silver candlesticks and the inlaid table, for the Crayes had such nice things, were wonderful… 1944 Woolf, Virginia. . summing up. In : Woolf, Virginia. A haunted house and other stories. (London : Hogarth press, 1944). Since it had grown hot and crowded indoors, since there could be no danger on a night like this of damp, since the Chinese lanterns seemed hung red and green fruit in the depths of an enchanted forest, Mr. Bertram Pritchard led Mrs. Latham into the garden…	Person: Woolf, Virginia