I turned my essay on Mrs. Dalloway in today. In the end, it wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be, but still it gave me a chance to read a bit of Virginia’s journals and letters. This song describes exactly how it feels to get to know her a little more.
They published your diary
And that’s how I got to know you
The key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And here’s a young girl
On a kind of a telephone line through time
And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend