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Virginia Woolf

22 February 1937 – 28 February 1937

28 February 1937

I’m so entirely imbued with Three Guineas that I can hardly jerk myself away to write here. (Here in fact I again dropped my pen to think about my next paragraph—universities)—how will that lead to professions and so on. It’s a bad habit.
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