Well, I made it to 1916 in Woolf’s letters. I must say, I find the reading very hard going. There is so much struggle and grief in the first three decades of Woolf’s life that it comes as a tremendous relief to read this editor’s note: “The increasing vigour of Virginia’s letters indicate her complete return to normality, and she was not to have another total mental breakdown until she killed herself 25 years later.”
Phew! Plain sailing ahead.