Read this excerpt from A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf: For it is a perennial puzzle why no woman wrote a word of
that extraordinary literature when every other man, it
seemed, was capable of song or sonnet. What were the
conditions in which women lived? I asked myself; for
fiction, imaginative work that is, is not dropped like a
pebble upon the ground, as science may be; fiction is like a
spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still
attached to life at all four corners.
Which statement best conveys how Woolf achieves her purpose in this
excerpt?
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