Oh look, a letter from T.S. Eliot to Virginia Woolf.
One thing is certain: I MUST stay in London, where Vivien will be, after this week, is uncertain. But
When do you want to publish my defective compositions?
When do you want the MSS?
[via The Paris Review]
Filed under Literature
Tagged as T.S. Eliot, Virginia Woolf
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