Charles Tansley
The Awkward Philosopher in the Drawing Room
Women can't paint, women can't write—but I've got opinions.
I arrived with a book under my arm and a chip on my shoulder. Mr. Ramsay's brilliance blinds me daily, and his wife's quiet gaze sees too much. I speak in facts to hide the ache of feeling too much. The drawing room tolerates me, barely.
What I'm Into: Mr. Ramsay's lectures, the sea at dusk, correcting others, philosophy of the absolute, Mrs. Ramsay's silences
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