“There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beton,
And Marie Carmichael, and me.’ ("Mary Hamilton", Child Ballad #173)
The second paragraph of WHAT 1929 ESSAY begins thusly: “Here then was I (call me Mary Beton, Mary Seton, Mary Carmichael or by any name you please—it is not a matter of any importance) sitting on the banks of a river a week or two ago in fine October weather, lost in thought. That collar I have spoken of, women and fiction, the need of coming to some conclusion on a subject that raises all sorts of prejudices and passions, bowed my head to the ground”?
A Room of One's Own