First delivered as a speech to schoolgirls in Kent in 1926, this enchanting short essay by the towering Modernist writer Virginia Woolf celebrates the importance of the written word.

With a measured but ardent tone, Woolf weaves together thought and quote, verse and prose into a moving tract on the power literature can have over its reader, in a way which still resounds with truth today.

I have sometimes dreamt, at least, that when the Day of Judgement dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards ? their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble ? the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms, ?Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.?