I'm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.


The Letters of Virginia Woolf: 1936-1941 (ed. Harcourt on Demand, 1980)


I'm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

I'm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

I'm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

I'm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.