Meredith Whitefield,  one of my students,  called my attention to this wonderful quote from Virginia Woolf.  It is from  Three Guineas (Annotated) ,   probably her most polemical feminist work.    What a nifty manifesto for the guts and muscularity  to which culture should aspire.

 “And “culture”, that amorphous bundle, swaddled up as she now is in insincerity, emitting half truths from her timid lips, sweetening and diluting her message with whatever sugar or water serves to swell the writer’s fame or his master’s purse, would regain her shape and become, as Milton, Keats and other great writers assure us that she is in reality, muscular, adventurous, free.”