Dear Leonard
I only learned the news yesterday afternoon when I was in London, having had no previous intimation. For myself and others it is the end of a world. I merely feel quite numb at the moment, and can’t think about this or anything else, but I want you to know that you are as constantly in my mind as in anyone’s.
Affectionately,
Tom
T. S. Eliot‘s condolence letter on the death of Virginia Woolf, who took her own life on March 28, 1941.
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