James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, Dorothy Richardson ve Virginia Woolf..

Aklıyla, çalışmasıyla iz bırakmış, tarihte olmasından dolayı insanı hissettirir.

Ölüm yıldönümü.

Ve ölüm mektubu.


dearest,
i feel certain that i am going
mad again: i feel we can't go
through another of these terrible times.
and i shant recover this time. i begin
to hear voices, and cant concentrate.
so i am doing what seems the best thing to do. you have
given me
the greatest possible happiness. you
have been in every way all that anyone
could be. i dont think two
people could have been happier till
this terrible disease came. i cant
fight it any longer, i know that i am
spoiling your life, that without me you
could work. and you will i know.
you see i cant even write this properly. i
cant read. what i want to say is that
i owe all the happiness of my life to you.
you have been entirely patient with me &
incredibly good. i want to say that-
everybody know it. if anyboy could
have saved me it would have been you.
everything has gone from me but the
certainty of your goodness. i
cant go on spoiling your life any longer. i dont think two
people
could have been happier than we have been.