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