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A digitized version of the letter can be found here: Virginia Woolf letter.

Preferred Citation

Virginia Woolf letter, C0288, Special Collections Research Center, George Mason University Libraries.

Acquisition Information

Donated by Adjunct Professor Diana P. Decker (BA, history, and MA, foreign languages, George Mason University) on July 1, 2009.

Processing Information

Processing completed by Elizabeth Beckman in June 2016. EAD markup completed by Elizabeth Beckman in June 2016. Finding aid updated by Amanda Brent in January 2019 and April 2020.

Biographical Information

Virginia Woolf, born in 1882, is one of the most renowned English woman writers of the 20th century. A member of the trailblazing Bloomsbury Group, she was known for her stream of consciousness prose style, and revolutionary thoughts on domesticity, traditional womanhood, and gender. In addition to her husband Leonard Woolf, other members of the Bloomsbury Group included Woolf's sister Vanessa Bell nee Stephens and her husband Clive Bell. Woolf died by suicide in 1941, leaving behind an abundance of novels and essays, many of which are now considered classics.

Scope and Content

Single letter from Virginia Woolf to her brother-in-law Clive Bell, dated September 13, 1921. The letter reads as follows:

13 September 1921

Tuesday

My dear Clive

We are very much [pleased(?)] that you enjoyed seeing us – as we did you. I suppose that 'atmosphere' is what one never, never realizes for oneself. But alas, we can't go into the matter on Friday, as we should like, as that is Leonard's day in London.

Perhaps you would come over one day next week – Monday or Tuesday? Perhaps Mary would come too? I have heard so many versions of our [?] that I should like to decide with her which is the one we ought to believe.

I will say nothing to Jack Squire – after reading his little book of [poets?] I doubt whether there is anything to be said. Still, for the honour of English Literature perhaps I ought to.

Forgive this writing. Age and imbecility and a walk to Rat farm have undone me.

[?] V.W.

Arrangement

This is a single item collection.

Subjects and Indexing Terms

• Bell, Clive, 1881-1964