3 September 1899 A Chapter on Sunsets
A showery day with wind & watery clouds is excellent material for a sunset. A day of unclouded majesty, heat & serenity has a sunset of extraordinary magnificence of light so unapproachable by pen or paint that the author & artist prefer for the sake of their art the more attainable forms of cloud which can be likened by an imaginative person to castles & hills & rocky towns...
But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the...– Virginia Woolf
Supposing he went to her and said (he slackened his pace and began to speak aloud, as if he were speaking to Rachel): “I worship you, but I loathe marriage, I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise, and the thought of you interfering in my work, hindering me; what would you answer?” He stopped, leant against the trunk of a tree, and gazed without seeing them at some stones...
Virginia Woolf, my mother and me - an article by... →
“…And yet. If Woolf was better acquainted with profound sorrow than most, she was also, by some mysterious manifestation of will, better than almost anyone at conveying the pure joy of being alive. The quotidian pleasure of simply being present in the world on an ordinary Tuesday in June. That’s one of the reasons we who love her, love her as ardently as we do. She knew how...