A man's face is his autobiography.
A woman's face is her work of fiction.
The last time I was at one of my favorite bookstores, not the one with the creaky hardwood floors, but the other one, in the old church building, I picked up a lovely soft cover book Virginia Woolf by Ruth Webb. Not only is it full of wonderful photos of Woolf, but excerpts of her handwritten pages, as well. I've always maintained much can be gleaned from one's face and hand.
One thing about her face, that especially struck me, was how much she looked like Oscar Wilde. Intriguing, how both writers, in their own particular styles, used settings in English polite society to discuss human relationships in class and gender. I was also compelled to compare their handwriting, which happened to be amazingly similar, not to mention their names both begin with "w". Curious, don't you think?
|Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway manuscript, left, and Wilde's correspondence, right|
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