Thu 23 June 1927

Sibyl has dropped me: & I don't feel the fall.

[...]

I am distressed by my failure to make cigarettes. I had a lesson from a man in Francis Street—cant do a thing with my fingers. Angelica is expert with hers already. Nessa says all painters are: this is a perquisite they get thrown in with their gift.

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Sat 11 December 1926

I also have made up a passage for The Lighthouse: on people going away & the effect on one's feeling for them.

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Tue 23 November 1926

I am re-doing six pages of Lighthouse daily. This is not I think, so quick as Mrs D. [mrs dalloway]: but then I find much of it very sketchy, & have to improvise on the typewriter. This I find much easier than re-writing in pen & ink. My present opinion is that it is easily the best of my books, fuller than J's R. [jacob's room] & less spasmodic, occupied with more interesting things than Mrs D. & not complicated with all that desperate accompaniment of madness. It is freer & subtler I think. Yet I have no idea yet of any other to follow it: [...]

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Sat 20 March 1926

But what is to become of all these diaries, I asked myself yesterday. If I died, what would Leo make of them? He would be disinclined to burn them; he could not publish them. Well, he should make up a book from them, I think; & then burn the body. I daresay there is a little book in them: if the scraps & scratches were straightened out a little. God knows.

This is dictated by a slight melancholia, which comes upon me sometimes now, & makes me think I am old: I am ugly. I am repeating things. Yet, as far as I know, as a writer I am only now writing out my mind.

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Summer 1926

Arnold Bennett says that the horror of marriage lies in its "dailiness".

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Sat 19 November 1925

But I dont think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness; but only reached now in middle age.

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Tue. 18 November 1924

What I was going to say was that I think writing must be formal.The art must be respected. This struck me reading some of my notes here, for, if one lets the mind run loose, it becomes egotistic: personal, which I detest; like Robert Graves. At the same time the irregular fire must be there; & perhaps to loose it, one must begin by being chaotic, but not appear in public like that.

[... ] No doubt Proust could say what I mean-that great writer whom I cannot read when I'm correcting, so persuasive is he. He makes it seem easy to write well; which only means that one is slipping along on borrowed skates.

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Wed. 19 July 1922

Never, for goodness sake, set yourself to read Balzac through & talk about it. If you must do these athletics, do them in the bathroom.

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... of all the chemycal mixtures,
ink is the most dangerous.

jane austen, The Loiterer

Sunday 22 January 1922

The machinery for seeing friends is too primitive: one should be able to see them by telephone — ring up, & be in the same room.

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