My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
— Virginia Woolf Modern

Modernist novelist

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From her diary

Date / Period

1933

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Strange & Unusual

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https://archive.org/details/diaryvirginiawoo01wool

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