Shakespeare’s Sister

“Let me imagine, what would have happened had Shakespeare had a wonderfully gifted sister, called Judith, let us say. […] She picked up a book now and then, one of her brother’s perhaps, and read a few pages. But then her parents came in and told her to mend the stockings or mind the stew. [… Soon] she was to be betrothed to the son of a neighboring wool-stapler. [… She therefore] made up a small parcel of her belonging, let herself down by a rope one summer’s night and took the road to London. […] Like [her brother] she had a taste for the theater. […] The [theater] manager guffawed. […]—no woman could possibly be an actress. […] She could get no training in her craft. […] And so—[she] killed herself one winter’s night and lies buried at some cross-roads where the omnibuses now stop outside the Elephant and Castle.”

— „A Room of Ones’s Own“, Virginia Woolf (1929)

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