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Letter: Virginia Woolf

Tuesday

Dearest,

I feel certain I am going mad again.

I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times

and I shan't recover this time.

I begin to hear voices

and I can't concentrate.

So I am doing what seems the best thing to do.

You have given me the greatest possible happiness.

You have been in every way all that anyone could be.

I don't think two people could have been happier

till this terrible disease came.

I can't fight any longer.

I know that I am spoiling your life,

that without me you could work.

And you will I know.

You see I can't even write this properly.

I can't read.

What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you.

You have been entirely patient with me

and incredibly good.

I want to say that - everybody knows it.

If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness.

I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

V.