They wrote it this week: a perplexed princess and a dirty-bottomed doctor
Extracts from diaries and letters written between May 6 and May 12
Among the crowd of trampers in Kingsway were old Pritchard, toothless, old wispy, benevolent; who tapped L. [Leonard Woolf, her husband] on the shoulder & said he was “training to shoot him”; & old Miss Pritchard, equally frail, dusty, rosy, shabby. “How long will it last Mrs Woolf?’ “Four weeks” “Ah dear!” Off they tramp, over the bridge to Kennington I think; Miss Talbot has an hours walk; Mrs Brown a 2 hours walk. But they all arrive, & clatter about as usual – Pritchard doing poor peoples work for nothing, as I imagine his way is, & calling himself a Tory.
Virginia Woolf, British writer 1882-1941 (London was being crippled by the General Strike, including its public transport system. Leonard Woolf, as a leading member of the Labour Party, had helped organise the strike.)
The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume 3, 1925-30 edited by Anne Olivier Bell, Penguin Books, 1982
I go with Kwong Chi to Le Train Bleu to decorate the cake for my birthday dinner there.
The assistant pastry chef turns out be extremely cute and shy in a very adorable sort of way. Rosy cheeks and tight pants. Nineteen or 20 years old. We smoked hash before we went (a mistake), but the whole thing turned out to be much more fun than I imagined.
Kwong Chi blew his big chance, I thought. If I was alone in Paris I’d definitely have picked up this one! Or at least tried …..