As I am reading Orlando, I am also reading Orlando. I am reading him/her like a book through a book about him/her. Lost yet? I am in the center of Orlando. I do not know where I stand, but I know that I am not lost. Caught up in the text, maybe, but not lost. When I speak, it is an unfamiliar voice, But not in a "who am I, what does it all mean", way. I just never could have imagined how effective such a complex self could be portrayed so well through something like diction. I mean, its just words, right? Ha, not in this book. Virginia doesn't just "have a way with words", she has her way with words. These words create a self-two sexes, but one self. This self is more than just a gender, be it the wealthy nobleman or the...