um pouco além da loucura de virgina woolf

entre as provas, seminarios, trabalhos cansativos e a chuva que não passa

entre um derrame de pensamentos e fluxos de consiência cheguei a incrível conclusão que ninguém se importa.

um grande - fuck off -

quando vc passa dois meses analisando as horas e não tem coro para apresentar seu trabalho

quando a professora dorme durante a apresentação das transparências...

já que ninguém se importa, estamos lá só pelo diploma mesmo

já que a educação é uma farsa, onde fingem que ensinam e nós fingimos que apredemos

não há mto o que esperar...só as vozes sabem o caminho, não Virginia?


Virginia Woolf, letter to Leonard Woolf (28th March, 1941)

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 till 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.


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