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9.4.16

Posted by Virginia Woolf

Since I wrote, which is these last months, Jacques Raverat has died; and he sent me a letter about Mrs Dalloway which gave me one of the happiest days of my life. Jacques died, as I say; and at once the siege of emotions began. I do not any longer feel inclined to doff the cap to death. I like to go out of the room talking, with an unfinished casual sentence on my lips. That is the effect it had on me - no leavetaking, no submission - but someone stepping out into the darkness.

1925, Wednesday 8 April 

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