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)
A Best Seller
All hands to the pumps with Orlando. Mrs W, Ma Cartwright, Miss Belcher and I all lined up at the packing bench and slashed away with our butchers knives in order to send out review copies of Orlando. I took them to the Post Office in relays. Mrs. W is a pretty fast worker considering she’s not a professional like Miss belcher and myself.
Orlando is selling like hot cakes. LW is terrified we will run out of stock and it’s my job to keep count of the packages that have come from the binders. I count them several times a day, but htere are always fewer than I expect.
Several people have called to congratulate Mrs W: Desmond MacCarthy and the Nicolsons and old Herbert Palmer, but he only wanted a copy of his Villon. His nose looks very blue. miss B gave him a cup of tea.
Mrs W has bought a very smart winter outfit: long Russian-style black Cossack coat with astrakhan Russian hat- all much admired by Miss B.
Richard Kennedy. A boy at the Hogarth Press. Penguin Books, 1978