But she did not fail always socially; the desire to suceed, though not quiet in the way that George envisaged, was there. Few girls, conscious that they had more than their fair share of wits and beauty, could altogether renounce the beau monde at whose doors Virginia found herself. She could see clearly enough that most of its inhabitants were stupid; she could see that sucess, as George understood sucess, was a pretty dismal thing. There was much in Good Society that she found hateful and frightening; but there was always something in it that she loved. To be at the centre of things, to know people who disposed of enormous power, who could take certain graces and prerogatives for granted, to mingle with the decorative and the decorated world, to hear the butler announce a name that was old when Shakespeare was alive, these were things she could never be wholly indiferent.
Quentin Bell, V.Woolf - A Biography, p. 79-80 (grifo meu)