she was planning to re-read the whole of english literature and embarked on the project.

i've made it a goal to develop an immunity to several types of poison. after having done this, i'll carry two small bottles with me at a time: one containing something to which i've become immune, and the other containing something to which i most certainly am not. one should be ready for a murder or a suicide at all times, i feel.

virginia woolf and her husband both agreed that if the nazis should invade, they'd lock themselves in the garage to die. her brother later provided them both with lethal doses of morphine to use in the event that they were taken. she wrote in her journal of what it might be like to die in an air raid; she decided that it was not for her at all. i shall think - oh i wanted another ten years - not this... she chose the water, perhaps with the poison still around her neck.