Please forgive me for writing such a miserable letter. I shall have to wait till Trieste tomorrow morning. The waterfalls in Switzerland were frozen into solid iridescent curtains of ice, hanging over the rock so lovely.
No time to buy an Italian stamp even, so this will have to go from Trieste. And here we are at Venice for ten minutes only,-a wretched time in which to try and write. The stations were many, but I didn't bargain for the Orient Express not stopping at them. I shall have to write at the stations-which are fortunately many across the Lombard plain.
We have re-started, and the train is shaky again. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don't love. Damn you, spoilt creature I shan't make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this-But oh my dear, I can't be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. But you'd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. And yet I believe you'll be sensible of a little gap. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that perhaps you wouldn't even feel it. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Their correspondence ended only with Virginia's tragic death in 1941.Intimate and playful, these selected letters and diary entries allow us to hear these women's constantly changing feelings for each other in their own words.I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. It was to be the start of almost twenty years of flirtation, friendship, and literary collaboration. Virginia wrote in her diary that she didnt. Virginia wrote in her diary that she didn't think much of Vita's conversation, but she did think very highly of her legs. At a dinner party in 1922, Virginia Woolf met the renowned author, aristocrat, and sapphist Vita Sackville-West. I just miss you.'Īt a dinner party in 1922, Virginia Woolf met the renowned author, aristocrat - and sapphist - Vita Sackville-West. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone.
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