Virginia Woolf, from Jacob's Room

Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

Virginia Woolf - Jacob's Room

But then, this is only a young woman's language, one, too, who loves, or refrains from loving.

By Virginia Woolf, from Jacob's room

Doesn’t it make you melancholy—looking at the stars?

Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

Anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.

Virginia Woolf, from Jacob's Room, 26 October 1922

Jacobova soba, Virginia Woolf

Or to translate the croatian translation:

"I am what I am, and intend to be it"

Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room, 1922

The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?

Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

Jacob's Room (1922)

Virginia Woolf

Harcourt, Inc.

Eric D'Agostino & Jacob Buckenmyer in Steam Room Stories, 2019 dir. J.C. Calciano

Wednesday, July 26, 1922

"On Sunday [Leonard Woolf] read through Jacob's Room. He thinks it my best work. But his first remark was that it was amazingly well written. He calls it a work of genius; he thinks it unlike any other novel; he says that the people are ghosts; he says it is very strange: I have no philosophy of life he says; my people are puppets, moved hither and thither by fate. He doesn't agree that fate works in this way. Thinks I should use my 'method' on one or two characters next time, and he found it interesting and beautiful, and without lapse (save perhaps the party) and quite intelligible... But I am on the whole pleased. Neither of us knows what the public will think. There's no doubt in my mind that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice; and that interests me so that I fell I can go ahead without praise."

~ Virginia Woolf, from Virginia Woolf: A Writer's Diary

late birthday present from my friend 🩵

"Detest you own age. Build a better one".

In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.

Virginia Woolf, from Jacob's Room, 26 October 1922

Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room