“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?”-Virginia Woolf
I found this gem while researching possible topics for my Women in Literature paper. Turns out Virginia Woolf had the crazy voices too. And the days of great productivity with the days of complete exhaustion.
She called herself “mad”
I wonder what she’d call me.