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Virginia Woolf , ‘Mrs Dalloway‘, 1925:
“…Later she wasn’t so positive, perhaps; she thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist’s religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.
And of course she enjoyed life immensely. It was her nature to enjoy (though, goodness only knows, she had her reserves; it was a mere sketch, he often felt, that even he, after all these years, could make of Clarissa). Anyhow there was no bitterness in her; none of that sense of moral virtue which is so repulsive in good women. She enjoyed practically everything. If you walked with her in Hyde Park, now it was a bed of tulips, now a child in a perambulator, now some absurd little drama she made up on the spur of the moment. (Very likely she would have talked to those lovers, if she had thought them unhappy.) She had a sense of comedy that was really exquisite,…”
दुर्गा भागवत: "... त्यानंतर मग अगदी तरुण वयातच खूप आजारी पडले होते. बरीच वर्षं अंथरुणाला खिळूनच होते..." (पृष्ठ १९०, 'ऐसपैस गप्पा: दुर्गाबाईंशी', १९९८)
'... कमळीचे (कै कमल देसाई) लेखन कुणाच्या लेखनाबरहुकूम बेतलेले नाही. पाश्चात्य वाङ्मयाची जाण असून त्याचा आधार तिने घेतलेला नाही. खरे तर तिची जातकुळी दाली ब्राँटी , शार्लट ब्राँटी व व्हर्जिनिया वूल्फ यांचीच आहे. पण त्या लेखिकांचा विशेष असा, की त्या दुःखाचा शोध व वेध घेत राहिल्या. कमळीने दुःखच निवडले पण तिचे दुःख या लेखिकांच्या मानाने फार कमी क्षमतेचे आहे. तिचे दुःख तिनेच भोगलेले असून ते आत्मकेंद्रित झालेले आढळते. कमळी आणखी कादंबऱ्या लिहीन म्हणते, पण तिचे वर्तुळ रुंदावेल असे सध्या तरी वाटत नाही. कारण तिची पठडी आता ठरल्यासारखी वाटते. कमळे, तू चाकोरी तोडशील का ग?" ('मुंबई रविवार दिनांक', दिवाळी अंक १९९४, आता समाविष्ट: पृष्ठ १५६, 'भावसंचित', २०१५)
दुर्गाबाई ह्या व्हर्जिनिया वूल्फ यांना किती मान देतात हे वरील अवतरणा मधून कळतेच.
Michael Cunningham, The New York Times, December 2020: "... Virginia Woolf’s “Mrs. Dalloway” is a revolutionary novel of profound scope and depth, about a day in the life of a woman who runs a few errands, sees an old suitor and gives a dull party. It’s a masterpiece created out of the humblest narrative materials.
Woolf was among the first writers to understand that there are no insignificant lives, only inadequate ways of looking at them. In “Mrs. Dalloway,” Woolf insists that a single, outwardly ordinary day in the life of a woman named Clarissa Dalloway, an outwardly rather ordinary person, contains just about everything one needs to know about human life, in more or less the way nearly every cell contains the entirety of an organism’s DNA.
With “Mrs. Dalloway,” Woolf asserted as well that we are all embarked on epic journeys of our own, even though, to the untrained eye, some of us, many of us, might look as if we’re only there to tidy up or to do our best to amuse our bosses.
Woolf knew that questions of scale are relative — that the movements of heavenly bodies seen through a telescope are not any more mysterious or revelatory than those of subatomic particles seen through a microscope. Each is an all but imponderable vastness. Each is in constant motion according to a series of apparently cogent, but by no means fully comprehensible, rules and principles. Only God, and a handful of mortals, understand that the differences between a proton and the planet Jupiter are negligible, if we eliminate the essentially irrelevant factor of mass...."
दुर्गाबाईंचे 'ऋतुचक्र' ("It’s a masterpiece created out of the humblest narrative materials") आणि आणखी काही लेखन हे असेच काहीसे जन्माला आले नाही का?
