I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far everytime the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the roks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves