(…) her liveliness and her warmth would convince you that it is possible for a woman to be a student without being a pedant - without in fact ceasing to be a woman. You would find that the past is interesting to her because the present is so intensely real; that she handles knowledge purely as the instrument of feeling, and loves it only because by it feeling is deepened, widened and refined.
A morning in the Bodleian, Mary Arnold










