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"She will live to be a hundred; she knows exactly what she enjoys; her life seems to me incredibly happy. She is very plain; but entirely unvexed, unambitious; and I believe, entirely right. Yes; that's what I've fallen in love with - being a stockbroker."

lmao.

Virginia about her sister-in-law Freda Woolf.

Virginia's letters to Vita are by far the longest to any person I've seen yet. Perhaps Jacques Raverat a few times.

On characters and places:

"...I can't write about people I am in the habit of seeing, anymore than I can describe places until I have practically forgotten them. It's not humour; it's the way my mind works.

There were originals for some of the people in Mrs Dalloway: but very far away-people I last saw 10 years ago and even then, did not know well. Those are the people I like to write about."

Perhaps it is this lack of criticism, or rather the fact that I affect different people so differently, that makes it so difficult for me to write a good book. I always feel that nobody...lays hold of the thing I have done: they meet ion conflict up in the air; and so I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time.

Virginia receiving reviews of Mrs. Dalloway.

"I never expect anyone to agree with me in liking the books I like, because I rather want novels to depress me, and I don't much mind whether I like the people in them or not. So I expect the books I write to be depressing and full of horrid monsters."

27 May 1925. Mrs Dalloway was published on 14 May.

Sounds like the party was shit. Hosted by Karin Stephen, Viriginia's sister-in-law, and Leonard who was very bored. Vanessa, Viriginia's sister, sat on the couch and talked to a sculptor (who later sculpted a bust of Viriginia) and ignored everyone else. There were 40 Oxford men and 3 women, and Clive Bell (Vanessa's husband) showed up late. Punch, and a gramophone at 11pm with waltzes. Yowza.

"...and then I observed that Vanity Fair is inferior as a work of art to Wuthering Heights..."