“We do not come to write better; all that we can be said to do is keep moving, now a little in this direction, now in that, but with a circular tendency should the whole course of the track be viewed from a sufficiently lofty pinnacle. It need scarcely be said that we make no claim to stand, even momentarily, upon the vantage ground. On the flat, in the crowd, half blind with dust, we look back with envy to those happier warriors, whose battle is won and whose achievements wear so serene an air of accomplishment that we can scarcely refrain from whispering that the fight was not so fierce for them as for us. ” (Woolf 146) Woolf, Virginia. “Modern Fiction.” Web. 9 Sept 2014. To my understanding, during this time period, much of what existed of the industry was not a fan of fiction. It was not considered an art form, and was often thoughts of as no more than a common drug of the youth. Here, Virginia Woolf, vocalizes her opinions of writing as a whole; she sees it from it’s roots and traces it to her time, in her present, and claims that her and her contemporaries are as innovative as anyone has ever been in writing and are pushing in a general direction to further the development of literature, even with many against them.