To Find Room....

Judith Shakespeare is an interesting character. To further Woolfe's arguement and to simplify the situation, she is a woman with talent that was passed up by overbearing parental authorities and was trapped inside a room of her own. Woolfe strengthens her arguement by giving life to this fictional woman. She goes inside and scopes out her inner musings, in a way being a psychiatrist to this unseen character. She shows sympathy to this trapped character because she herself was trapped. The irony of Women In Fiction and Woolfe's fictional character was not lost but rather added to her already growing list of iconic writing.

Woolfe discusses the idea of writers, such as the college ones she was speaking to, having to write in the confines of a shared sitting room. She makes the very valid point of saying that the distraction of having a crowded room may have influenced their decisions to become novelists instead of poets. With that number of people surrounding me and telling me why being a novelist is so much better and more fulfulling than being a poet, day in and day out I would change my mind too. That also brings the subject back to needing a room of one's own. It's not just a place to think, it's a place to develop yourself. Without a little peace, as you would find in a deserted room, no one would ever have a coherent self-image. A room is just as necessary for Judith to figure out who she is as it is for all writers to find who they are. We need space.