Page Four THE COLLEGE NEWS Mrs. Sackville-West Speaks in Bryn Mawr > «Continued from Page One) sixes and sevens with the world be- cause he: could not decided what he wanted.” The Huxley introduction to his Letters insists that he had a mes sage, but he was too muddle-headed [ a philosopher to deliver it. He fail- ed as a propagandist also because he was apt to become shrill and strident. There were conflicts in his philoso- phy: he preached physical violence, but loathed war; he wgs an individ- ualist, but urged community life as the ideal state. “That is why I al- ways sigh when I come to a passage showing him about to launch into a tirade. The only message I have ever found is. his real hostility toward things of the mind. It was not knowledge, but feeling and emotion that he admired. He saw feeling as a flow’ without any edges going from one person to another.” Lawrence’s outlook is shown by his idealization of ancient peoples. The Etruscans would probably have sur- prised him by their lack of the idyl- lie-if-he-had_ever known them; how ever, there are lovely, lyrical pas- sages in his Etruscan Places which prove his gift for describing. land- scape and climate in a visual and tactile vein. Depth of feeling, not conscious style, supplied him with the right word. Although some criti- cisms of poetry in his letters are extremely acute, they are not couched in the critical ‘jargon. “Literary— no, Lawrence was never that. He wrote as a bird might sing. On the other hand—the bad sidé of the pic- ture—when he was writing propa- ganda, the critical faculty being lack- ing, he ranted.” He was accustomed to say, and this illustrates the atti- tude of the inspired poet, “I don’t know a thing if I don’t know it here,” hitting himself on the solar plexus. It is doubtful what he would have accomplished if tuberculosis had not carried him off at the age of forty, whether he would have founded an arcadian: colony or a flourishing school of disciples. What smallj amount of lucidity he possessed was sapped by his illness. “It was a grea\ pity that he set up to be a thinker at all. If he had been content to be an artist, he would have avoided his regrettable stridencies.” The contrast between D. H. Law rence and Virginia Woolf was more definitely marked by Mrs. Sackville- West because she was able to give a very personal impression of the lat- ter. It was said by someone who saw Virginia Woolf at a concert that she was “like a frozen falcon, so alert, yet so still.” Although she is beauti. ful, her beauty is not conventional, rather “her face is like a transpar- ent alabaster vase through which a light shines.” She has great dignity and distinction, but is gay and witty, “a terrible tease, who loves to dig people out of themselves, rather like a corkscrew.” Her writing she does in a cellar with a leaky roof. Unliké most cel- lars it contains the: overflow of a printing house (the Hogarth Press). as well as country produce (strings of onions, apples and potatoes) from:|. their cottage in the country. She, herself, is constantly being edged into a smaller space, which threaten- ed to vanish not long ago. Mr. Leon- ard Woolf, her husband, suggested storing the family motor in her cel- lar, at which she asked, “If you put the motor in here, where am I to sit?” “You can sit in the motor,” said he. Miss Sackville-West’s comment was that this © perhaps accounts for A Room of One’s Own. “Mrs. Woolf is the experimentalist par excellence, never content to do the same thing twice.” an. austere judge, her father, she served -a severe apprenticeship, and did not publish until she was over But under GREEN HILL. FARMS City Line and Lancaster Ave. Overbrook-Philadelphia “#8 we ewe Shore Dinner every Friday $1.50 No increase in price on Sundays 2 or holidays League Election The Brgn Mawr League an- nounces the election of Betty Bock as Second Freshman Member of the Board. thirty; an unsual act of self-re- straint. The Voyage Out was a con- ventional first novel, relating the ‘se- possible line, and written in grave, ! measured English. Night and Day, | her second book, might have been | written by a contemporary of Trol-{ lope. But a short story, The Mark on the Wall, published between these quence of events in the straightes. | | Woolf’s is that one ought to be able to. write without consciousness of sex; she quotes Coleridge in support of it—‘a great mind,is always androgy- nous.” ‘Most of ‘all she wants to see the fusion of the two worlds, the man’ggworld of activity and the wom- an’s of poetry and charm.” That, rather than impressionistic writing, is her: contribution—feminine sens} bility .plus masculine control. Her | mind comes up to the ideal of Cole | ridge. — : In spite of having this perfect -in- tellectual control, she is. not a cold writer. To the Englishman the word Bloomsbury is synonymous’ with two novels of the traditional school, er ” “gritty,” and other unpleas- should have shown much to the crit- ics; it was her first experiment in| her own peculiarly recognizable style, and was, in addition, “the very first| site. | —she does love life and people. It baby of the Hogarth Press.” Jacob’s Room grew out of it, a book | “brilliant in the way that stained-| glass is brilliant, finished, and fused | finally into’a picture, a design. It'| ” man. method, as they did Impressionism in Art, but Mrs. Dalloway created less indignation: and much abuse for an artist to en- large the bounds of our conscious- ness. The Waves still puzzles me; I recognize the beauty and richness of the writing, but I cannot read it with the same pleasure as her others.” Mrs. Sackville-West confessed to a feeling of uneasiness since receiving | a letter from Mrs. Woolf lately, “I'm | writing a new novel. My word, how ant adjectives. Such a jidgment may ‘hold true concerning Aldous Huxley, but her temperament is exactly oppo- “She has excitement about life iis,a fallacy to suppose that because you are intelligent, you have no blood in your veins. She has no sham ro- mance, but is looking out for true is not a story, but a novel way of | romance and seems to be finding it.” producing the biography of a young, Mrs. Many people disliked this | lecture with a prophecy of the fu- Sackville-West concluded her ture, “One may discern the begin- nings of a reaction against the awful “It -takes—a- little time; sterility of the Aldous Huxleys.” It is traditional that “the show most go on,” regardless. Fresno State College players, staging one of their productions the night an earth- quake rocked the Pacific West, upheld the tradition in true trouper style. Although frightened, the amateur players continued to