leonard woolf

virginia woolf’s husband leonard was a scrupulous man, he wrote in a diary every day. he wrote the mileage on his car and what he ate that day, etc. one day virginia walked into the lake with rocks in her pockets. he wrote down the mileage and next to that is one little smudge. maybe it’s coffee or tea or a tear i don’t know no one knows but it’s the one imperfection in the whole book.