What We Don't Know

Mrs. Dalloway- a manuscript page. Hadn't been for Leonard, there probably wouldn't been any published books.

In her last note to her husband she wrote:

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Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.[26]

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She put rocks in her pockets and walked off into a river. Mrs Dalloway is worth the read. Nice easy flow of words- easy to read, and a pleasure for the language and stream of consciousness narrative. Wonder if anyone could write like this today and get it published by anyone. I'm about 60 pages in- doing 4-5 pages every day at lunch to savor it.