After closing Mrs. Bessborough's book, what I think of is what seems ridiculous now, and people have taken it very seriously. I dare say that now it is considered insignificant, and only a few people used to spend the summer night's leisure books, which once made people cry. Not a few of your grandmothers and great grandparents cried bitterly over these books. Florence Nightingale also cried because of pain [46]. What's more, everything is good for you, you can go to college and have your own living room - or is it just a bedroom and living room—— You can say that genius can ignore these opinions, and it should be superior to others' comments. Unfortunately, it is talented men and women who care most about what people say about them. Please remember Keats, remember the epitaph he carved for himself. Think about Tennyson again. But it seems that I don't need to cite these undeniable facts one by one.

Although the facts are indeed regrettable, it is the nature of artists to be overly concerned about their own reputation. And there is no shortage of people in literature who are destroyed because they care too much about the comments of others. In my opinion, this sensitivity doubles their misfortune, because if they want to express their feelings directly and write their works in a complete and smooth way, this great effort depends on the hot and clear state of mind of the artists. This brings me back to the question of what kind of mood is beneficial to creation that I initially raised. Looking at the open Antony and Cleopatra in front of me, as I thought, that was Shakespeare's state of mind, with no distractions or concerns.

Although we say that we know nothing about Shakespeare's state of mind, it is true that when we say this sentence, we also tell some things about Shakespeare's state of mind. The reason why we know little about Shakespeare - if compared with Donne or Ben Jonson or Milton - is that we do not know all his hatred, resentment and hatred. He also has no "secret news" for us to associate. Protest, exhortation, grievance and revenge let the world witness hardship and injustice, and all these wishful thinking burned away from him. Therefore, his poetry runs freely, unrestrained and carefree. If anyone ever expressed his works so perfectly, it was Shakespeare. Turning to the bookshelf again, I thought that if someone's mood was so clear and clean, it would be Shakespeare's mood. We found that in the 16th century, it was obviously impossible to find a woman in such a mood. Just think about those children carved on the tombstones in the Elizabethan era, none of whom was not clasped by their hands and knelt on the ground; Think about their demise; A look at the small, narrow, dark rooms in their home shows how women can write poetry. What we expect is that in the near future, there may be a great lady who, relying on her relatively free and comfortable conditions, writes some poems, publishes them, signs her name, and risks being regarded as a monster. Men, of course, are not snobs. I continue to think and be careful not to become "full feminists" like Rebecca West. However, most of them appreciated the efforts made by a certain countess in poetry with sympathy. It can be imagined that the encouragement and praise that a lady with high prestige gets far exceeds all the praise that an unknown Miss Austin or Miss Bronte might get at that time.

After closing Mrs. Bessborough's book, what I think of is what seems ridiculous now, and people have taken it very seriously. I dare say that now it is considered insignificant, and only a few people used to spend the summer night's leisure books, which once made people cry. Not a few of your grandmothers and great grandparents cried bitterly over these books. Florence Nightingale also cried because of pain [46]. What's more, everything is good for you, you can go to college and have your own living room - or is it just a bedroom and living room—— You can say that genius can ignore these opinions, and it should be superior to others' comments. Unfortunately, it is talented men and women who care most about what people say about them. Please remember Keats, remember the epitaph he carved for himself. Think about Tennyson again. But it seems that I don't need to cite these undeniable facts one by one.

Although the facts are indeed regrettable, it is the nature of artists to be overly concerned about their own reputation. And there is no shortage of people in literature who are destroyed because they care too much about the comments of others. In my opinion, this sensitivity doubles their misfortune, because if they want to express their feelings directly and write their works in a complete and smooth way, this great effort depends on the hot and clear state of mind of the artists. This brings me back to the question of what kind of mood is beneficial to creation that I initially raised. Looking at the open Antony and Cleopatra in front of me, as I thought, that was Shakespeare's state of mind, with no distractions or concerns.

Although we say that we know nothing about Shakespeare's state of mind, it is true that when we say this sentence, we also tell some things about Shakespeare's state of mind. The reason why we know little about Shakespeare - if compared with Donne or Ben Jonson or Milton - is that we do not know all his hatred, resentment and hatred. He also has no "secret news" for us to associate. Protest, exhortation, grievance and revenge let the world witness hardship and injustice, and all these wishful thinking burned away from him. Therefore, his poetry runs freely, unrestrained and carefree. If anyone ever expressed his works so perfectly, it was Shakespeare. Turning to the bookshelf again, I thought that if someone's mood was so clear and clean, it would be Shakespeare's mood. We found that in the 16th century, it was obviously impossible to find a woman in such a mood. Just think about those children carved on the tombstones in the Elizabethan era, none of whom was not clasped by their hands and knelt on the ground; Think about their demise; A look at the small, narrow, dark rooms in their home shows how women can write poetry. What we expect is that in the near future, there may be a great lady who, relying on her relatively free and comfortable conditions, writes some poems, publishes them, signs her name, and risks being regarded as a monster. Men, of course, are not snobs. I continue to think and be careful not to become "full feminists" like Rebecca West. However, most of them appreciated the efforts made by a certain countess in poetry with sympathy. It can be imagined that the encouragement and praise that a lady with high prestige gets far exceeds all the praise that an unknown Miss Austin or Miss Bronte might get at that time.