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Reading these diaries has been one of the greatest reading experiences of my life. Really, there‘s too many great aspects for me to list briefly. There‘s all about Virginia who was such an extremely interesting person: troubled, conflicted, witty. Her diary writing is superb, a special genre in itself. Historically, one can learn about the society in which she lived...and on and on...I‘m onward to Diary 3. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Awww....Virginia...March 1923

Umm...Yea...”apparition”(?) Oh, Virginia...

To me, this is more exciting than any reality show. I am at the place where Virginia Woolf got up with Vita Sackville-West with whom she had a longterm affair. Ummm...why did she take so long to write in her daily diary again after their dinner on December 19th? Wonder what this first entry of January 1923 says?

I ransack public libraries and find them full of sunk treasure

Depression is real, found even among the most talented. Her low self-esteem made sharing her passion so difficult for her. Writing relieved her sadness but she found it difficult to withstand criticism.

I am about to return to visiting with Virginia. It‘s so delightful!

I‘m into Virginia again. I can‘t get enough of her these days. Her diary entries are getting better and better!

Virginia was still calling me so I am back into her diary for a few more years. I hope this read is much faster.

19 February 1923. I've reached the point in the diary where Virginia and Vita meet. ?
"She is a pronounced Sapphist, & may, thinks Ethel Sands, have an eye on me, old though I am."
(Woolf was 41)

"A first rate writer . . . respects writing too much to be tricky; startling; doing stunts."
Woolf on Ulysses. (She was not a fan.)

I liked this little discourse on her diary and how it's where Woolf "writes out her fidgets." ✍️

I had my interview with K.M[ansfield] on Friday. A steady discomposing formality and coldness at first. No pleasure or excitement of seeing me. It struck me that she is of the cat kind: alien, composed, always solitary & observant. And then we talked about solitude, & I found her expressing my feelings, as I never heard them expressed.
Virginia Woolf's diary, 31 May 1920.
#myyearofreadingWoolf

#TBT to when my entire life revolved around my grad paper on Virginia Woolf. Sometimes, I miss this. Then I remember the deadline panic... 😅