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| View towards Asham from churchyard behind Monk's House |
On July 20, 1937, Woolf learned of her nephew
Julian Bell’s death in Spain.
No, no, I will not go back to those days. The only thing was a kind of comfort of being
there with Nessa Duncan, Quentin & Angelica, & losing completely the isolation,
the spectator’s attitude in being wanted; & spontaneous. Then we came down here last Thursday; &
the pressure being removed, one lived; but without much of a future. That’s one of the specific qualities of this death -- how it brings close the immense vacancy, & our short little
run into inanity.
(D5 104-5)
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