For some reason, we know not what, his childhood was sharply severed. It lodged in him whole and entire. He could not disperse it.

More from Essay "Lewis Carroll" (1939)

• A light here required a shadow there.
• A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
• Humour is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
• If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
• Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
• Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.