[ID: August 18. And so this August is wasted. END ID] August 18, 1921 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1933

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[ID: August 18. And so this August is wasted. END ID] August 18, 1921 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1933
— Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Flies (tr. by Stuart Gilbert & Lionel Abel), 1943 (via lunamonchtuna)
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