Letters: Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West

27 September 2019


I pass from hot to cold in an instant, without any reason; I am puzzled by parts of my character. And I haven’t said anything very much, or given you any notion of the terrific high waves, and the infernal deep gulfs, on which I mount and toss.

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