"As an experience, madness is terrific... and not to be sniffed at, and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about. It shoots out of one everything shaped, final, not in mere driblets as sanity does."
... and on time: "What I write today I should not write in a year's time." (Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being, ed. Jeanne Schulkind, London, The Hogarth Press, 1985, 12).
And she foreshadows the cut-up: "Arrange whatever pieces come your way", and so bitter-sweetly suggests: "I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."
* and would write "Knowledge? Matter for further speculation? I can think sitting still as well as standing up." in 'The Mark on the Wall', in Monday or Tuesday, 1912.
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