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Thursday 28 May 1931. On Whit Monday the sun blazed, making the grass semi-transparent. And space & leisure seemed to lie all about; & I said, not once in an exstasy, but frequently & soberly, This is happiness. Why should I feel now calmer, quieter than ever before? This volume of Virginia Woolf’s diary has a slower pace: she is finishing ‘The Waves’ and wrestling with the shape of her next novel (‘The Years’). These years are marred by the death of many of the people in her circle, including her close friend Lytton Strachey.
