"I don't suppose I am very fond of anyone.
(...) Take away my affections and I should be like sea weed out of water; like the shell of a cabeça, like a husk. All my entrails, light, marrom, juice, pulp would be gone. I should be blown into the first puddle and drown. Take away my love for my friends and my curiosity of human life and I should be nothing but a membrana, a fibre, uncoloured, lifeless to be thrown away like any other excreta."
My #justbecause mail from my lovely #jb friends. These fun and beautiful cards are from the last week or so. A big hug and thanks to @Soubhiville @Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @CatLass007 @AshD16 @StephanieGeiser @AmberWB @Bklover @Valink @debthmpsn @Trashcanman @Smarkies @blithebuoyant and last but not least @Mimi28 Extra thanks to George and Valerie for the awesome bookmarks and to Michelle for the amazing stickers. I appreciate you all!
After waiting for two months, it's finally here!! Do you have any idea how long It takes to import books here in Brazil? But the wait is over and sooooo woth it!!
In spite of its end, at 59, hers does not seem a tragic life. After all, why should a life be judged by its eleventh hour? Surely that's too literary. For her and for her family, her mental illness was truly terrible, but for decades she was sane, prolific and inventively comic. In the end her supporting web dissolved completely. She could only throw one thin line to Vanessa and two to Leonard before giving over her fragmented self to the waters.
A wonderful gift! I have a bit of a love affair with letters, and Virginia Woolf's are a particular favourite. Thank you, sister!
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