Stephen Trombley
Virginia Woolf
The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume III
By Anne Olivier Bell (ed), Andrew McNeillie (ass ed)
Hogarth Press 384pp £10.50 order from our bookshop
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 disciplined to burn them; he could not publish them. Well, he should make up a book from them, I think; and then burn the body. I daresay there is a little book in them: if the scraps and scratches were straightened out a little. God knows.
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