08 February 2010
My castle, my books.
Unceremoniously, yet joyfully returned to the copy of Between the Acts that I began and abandoned on a return voyage from Buenos Aires. Upon completion of Between the Acts, Virginia Woolf filled the pockets of her overcoat with stones, and laid herself to rest in the River Ouse. She left behind one of the greatest oeuvres of the 20th century, and a letter for her husband, Leonard.