excerpt from 'The diary of Virginia Woolf. Vol.2, 1920-1924' pp. 32 (144 words)
excerpt from 'The diary of Virginia Woolf. Vol.2, 1920-1924' pp. 32 (144 words)
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To the Bach choir last night; but one of our failures. Is it the weather? I'd made out on waking, such a perfect day; & one by one my events missed fire. Such a good morning's writing I'd planned, & wasted the cream of my brain on the telephone. Then the weather; great bouncing gusts all set about with rain soaking one; buses crowded; left typewriting paper in the bus; a long time waiting at the Club - then Bach unaccompanied isn't easy - though at last (after L. had gone home) I was swept up to the heights by a song. Anna Magdalena's song. I walked a few steps beyond Herbert Fisher coming out; followed him across the empty lamplit purlieus of Westminster, saw him step so distinguished, yet to my eye, so empty into Palace Yard, & so to take part in ruling the Empire. |
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