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The death of Virginia Woolf...
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April 03, 1941
THE NEW YORK TIMES, April 3, 1941
* Virginia Woolf death
* Author, essayist
* Suicide drowning
This 48 page newspaper has one column headlines on page 29: "VIRGINIA WOOLF BELIEVED DEAD", "Novalist Is Thought to Have Been Drowned Friday--Has Been Ill" with photo of Woolf. 1st report coverage on the suicide death of English author, Virginia Woolf.
Other news, sports and advertisements of the day throughout with much World War II. Rag edition in great condition.
source: wikipedia: After completing the manuscript of her last (posthumously published) novel Between the Acts, Woolf fell victim to a depression similar to that which she had earlier experienced. The war, the Luftwaffe's destruction of her London homes, as well as the cool reception given to her biography of her late friend Roger Fry, worsened her condition until she was unable to work.
On 28 March 1941, rather than having another nervous breakdown, Woolf drowned herself by weighing her pockets with stones and walking into the River Ouse near her home. Her body was not found until April 18. Her husband buried her remains under a tree in the garden of their house in Rodmell, Sussex.
In her last note to her husband she wrote:
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
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