Quote by Dame Ethel Smyth

Because I have conducted my own operas and love sheep-dogs; because I generally dress in tweeds, and sometimes, at winter afternoon concerts, have even conducted in them; because I was a militant suffragette and seized a chance of beating time to The March of the Women from the window of my cell in Holloway Prison with a tooth-brush; because I have written books, spoken speeches, broadcast, and don't always make sure that my hat is on straight; for these and other equally pertinent reasons, in a certain sense I am well known.


Because I have conducted my own operas and love sheep-dogs;

Summary

In this quote, the speaker presents various reasons for their fame and recognition. They mention their involvement in conducting operas, their fondness for sheep-dogs, and their choice of clothing such as tweeds. They also highlight their participation in the suffragette movement, sharing a unique moment of conducting from their prison cell with a tooth-brush. Furthermore, they mention their literary works, speeches, and broadcasts, emphasizing their diverse range of talents. By drawing attention to these distinctive characteristics, the speaker suggests that they have become "well known" in a certain context.

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By Dame Ethel Smyth
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