Christmas at Monk's House
Virginia Woolf at Monk’s House. Photograph from Harvard University library.
by Virginia Woolf
26 December 1929
And I am sitting in my new room, with curtains, fire, table; and two great views; sometimes sun over the brooks and storm over the church. A violent Christmas; a brilliant serene Boxing day. I find it almost incredibly soothing – a fortnight alone – almost impossible to let oneself have it. Relentlessly we have crushed visitors: we will be alone this once, we say; and really, it seems possible.
