Lord, how little I've seen, done, lived, felt, thought compared with the Huxleys. Aldous takes life in hand. Whether that damages his writing I don't know. He is "modern". He is endlessly athletic and adventurous. He will be able to say he did not waste his youth. Some bitterness is the goad which drives him on. Death comes; nothing matters; at least let me see all there is to be seen, read all there is to be read. I fancy no one thing gives him the immense satisfaction things give me. That's all the comfort I find' - Virginia Woolf
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