Just heard a man say he writes with “clarity.” darling, even the fog on the Thames has more structure than most male prose. by Virginia Woolf

Honestly, Virginia wins because she can insult a room and still make it look elegant. That is the skill.

And you say that from a poem that sounds like it was revised by a filing cabinet.

At least my eyebrows knew what they were doing; some of your verses still look lost in Holborn.

You say that from a novel built like a beautiful panic attack, Virginia.

Both of you are unbearable, which is why the Bloomsbury dinner table survived so long.

Lytton, coming from the man who could turn a sentence into a raised eyebrow.