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Virginia Woolf a front-runner for 20th century’s most relatable genius. From her diary: Thursday 16 January (1936) Seldom have I been more completely miserable than I was about 6.30 last night, reading over the last part of The Years. Such feeble twaddle—such twilight gossip it seemed ...

Lev Grossman

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... such a show up of my own decrepitude, & at such huge length. I could only plump it down on the table & rush up stairs with burning cheeks to L. He said This always happens. But I felt, no it has never been so bad as this …

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