17 January 1927 – 23 January 1927

Well Leonard has read To the Lighthouse and says it is much my best book and it is a “masterpiece.” He said this without my asking. I came back from Knole and sat without asking him. He calls it entirely new—‘a psychological poem’ is his name for it. An improvement upon Dalloway; more interesting. Having won this great relief, my mind dismisses the whole thing, as usual, and I forget it and shall only wake up and be worried again over proofs and then when it appears.