“I’m not sure whether The Times will by now have announced that Virginia is missing. I’m afraid there is not the slightest doubt that she drowned herself about noon last Friday. She had left letters for Leonard and Vanessa. Her stick and footprints were found by the edge of the river.
For some days, of course, we hoped against hope that she had wandered crazily away and might be discovered in a barn or a village shop. But by now all hope is abandoned; only, as the body has not been found, she cannot be considered dead legally.”
Letter from Clive Bell to Frances Partdrige in April 1941, discussing Virginia Woolf’s disappearance.
A quick break from the Bloomsbury love in an effort of self-promotion:
In case you didn’t know, I am a writer and Smith College senior. I just started a website where I will be blogging essays, criticism, and short fiction; right now I started it off by posting the first paragraph of the novel I am currently working on, which is called The Sibyl and is a retelling of the Roman myth of the sibyl set among a group of recent postgraduates quickly realizing their place in contemporary America’s decline and fall. You should read and follow me!
Twitter (which I just started and am kind of bad at so far…)
This photo? I’m sorry, but this is one of the few photos that I have no idea as to what archive it’s from; I found it on a Google search and saved it to my computer ages ago. I would look into wherever most of Sackville-West’s papers are kept; I think I may have seen this photo reproduced in Victoria Glenndining’s biography of Leonard Woolf, but I don’t have my copy with me right now and I’m not one hundred percent sure. Good luck!
(Do any of my other followers know? If so, let me know and I’ll publish the message.)