I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. (Virginia Woolf) We become ourselves through others, and the self is a porous thing, not a sealed container (Siri Hustvedt) En vez de mirarme en mi espejo quiero que mi espejo se mire en mí (Alejandra Pizarnik)
Here I will give myself the pleasure -shall I?- of copying a sentence or two from Morgan’s unsolicited letter on The Waves:
“I expect I shall write to you again when I have re read The Waves. I have been looking in it & talking about it at Cambridge. its difficult to express oneself about a work which one feels to be so very important but I’ve the sort of excitement over it which comes from believing that one’s encountered a classic.”
I daresay that gives me more substantial pleasure than any letter I’ve had about any book. Yes, I think it does, coming from Morgan. For one thing it gives me reason to think that I shall be right to go on along this very lonely path.
(Entry dated Monday 16 November 1931)
The Diary of Virginia Woolf. Volume 4. 1931-1935