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I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia

 

Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

“I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.”
― Vita Sackville-West, from a letter written to Virginia Woolf

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Happy Birthday, Virginia Woolf

 

“For who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?”

–Virginia Woolf, born Jan. 25, 1882 (d. 1941), in the feminist manifesta “A Room of One’s Own”

 

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