Woolf’s Diary

I’m working my way through Woolf’s diary, with large stacks of post-its in hand, noting everything that might pertain to Mrs. Dalloway and everything that delights, too.

In that latter category, then, comes this reflection from April 18, 1918 on her habit of writing during tea-time:

“There is a grave defect in the scheme of this book which decrees that it must be written after tea. When people come to tea I cant say to them ‘Now wait a minute while I write an account of you’. They go, & its too late to begin.”