Wednesday, March 28

"It's too fine (it's raining now) to do anything except sit on the downs; also, I'm de-humanised. I've sunk to the bottom of the world, and I only see the soles of people's feet passing above. It is very happy down here, I assure you. Also, I think incessantly - so it seems. The only thing is my thoughts blow away - (Do you still believe in life by the way?)"
 - Virginia Woolf
from a letter to Edward Sackville-West
August 1926

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov