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Author: Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)

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The Waves

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Anxiety (October, 1920) (Why is life so tragic; why, why, why, why? So like a little strip of pavement over an abyss) - D. Argento [x] *
At that instant a maid came in carrying a great dish. Put it down *
G. Bush: Cuisine Provençale

Cuisine Provençale (At that instant a maid came in carrying a great dish. Put it down) - G. Bush *
Fancy (February, 1927) (Why not invent a new kind of play; as for instance: Woman thinks. He does. Organ plays) - D. Argento [x] *
Hardy's Funeral (January, 1928) (Yesterday we went to Hardy's funeral. What did I think of? Of Max Beerbohm's letter) - D. Argento [x] *
How beautiful they were, those old people -- I mean father and mother [x] *
D. Argento: Parents (December, 1940)

Last Entry (March, 1941) (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no: I intend no introspection) - D. Argento [x] *
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no: I intend no introspection [x] *
D. Argento: Last Entry (March, 1941)

Parents (December, 1940) (How beautiful they were, those old people -- I mean father and mother) - D. Argento [x] *
Rapture (from The Waves) - D. Hagen [x] *
Rome (May, 1935) - D. Argento [x] *
The Diary (April, 1919) (What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something so elastic that it will embrace anything) - D. Argento [x] *
This, I thought yesterday, may be my last walk . . . The war -- our waiting [x] *
D. Argento: War (June, 1940)

War (June, 1940) (This, I thought yesterday, may be my last walk . . . The war -- our waiting) - D. Argento [x] *
What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something so elastic that it will embrace anything [x] *
D. Argento: The Diary (April, 1919)

Why is life so tragic; why, why, why, why? So like a little strip of pavement over an abyss [x] *
D. Argento: Anxiety (October, 1920)

Why not invent a new kind of play; as for instance: Woman thinks. He does. Organ plays [x] *
D. Argento: Fancy (February, 1927)

Yesterday we went to Hardy's funeral. What did I think of? Of Max Beerbohm's letter [x] *
D. Argento: Hardy's Funeral (January, 1928)