Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Woolf at the Door

"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?"

8 comments:

  1. Mine too. It's esp. buzzy-hummy-roary when I'm trying to get to sleep.

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  2. To seek out strange new lands, new civilizations, to boldly go where no man (or woman) has gone before.

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  3. I looove this. Excellent.

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  4. Michelle: I think C.S. Lewis had one good answer.

    Lois: Sleep? What's that? My mind is very buzzy-roary right now as I write the middle of my book, and that's a good thing except that my Master Plan of the book has way too many scribbled notes on it. There are no margins left.

    Anne: Damn straight.

    Ali: Almost every sentence Ms. Virginia wrote was quotable.

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  5. Do you have the source? Was if from her fiction or an essay?

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  6. Tara: I am awfully sure it's from A Writer's Diary.

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