Sun 23 June 1929

I now begin to see the Moths rather too clearly, or at least strenuously, for my comfort. I think it will begin like this: dawn; the shells on a beach; I dont know—voices of cock & nightingale; & then all the children at a long table-lessons. The beginning. Well, all sorts of characters are to be there. Then the person who is at the table can call out any one of them at any moment; & build up by that person the mood, tell a story; for instance about dogs or nurses; or some adventure of a childs kind; all to be very Arabian nights; & so on: this shall be Childhood; but it must not be my childhood; & boats on the pond; the sense of children; unreality; things oddly proportioned. Then another person or figure must be selected. The unreal world must be round all this—the phantom waves. The Moth must come in: the beautiful single moth. There must be a flower growing.

Could one not get the waves to be heard all through? Or the farmyard noises? Some odd irrelevant noises. She might have a book—one book to read in-another to write in—old letters.

Early morning light—but this need not be insisted on; because there must be great freedom from 'reality'. Yet everything must have relevance.

virginia woolf, diary

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ziemlich ›bemüht‹, finde ich [wie z.b. auch rösten gegen rechts; aber ich wll nicht abschweifen].

die sponsorenliste auf dem plakat: die nehmen in unserer kleinen stadt jeden cent mit, wahllos. non olet.

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das ist neu.

immerhin: keine dumme rausrederei.

vorsteherinnendrüse

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Mon 3 September 1928

… to be attached to her as daughter would be so cruel a fate that I can think of nothing worse; & thousands of women might be dying of it in England today: this tyranny of mother over daughter, or father; their right to the due being as powerful as anything in the world. And then, they ask, why women dont write poetry. Short of killing Mrs W. nothing could be done.

Day after day one's life would be crumpled up like a bill for 10 pen[ce] 3 farthings.

Nothing has ever been said of this.

virginia woolf, diary

die parklücken bei edeka in düsseldorf: deutlich breiter als im revier.

#landeshaupstadt #protz

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