Sublime

and hate and strength, about being beyond good and evil, about how being free from empathy

So what would a prose literature devoted to illness sound like? Perhaps it could only exist in the form of the essay, of which genre Woolf’s opening sentence is both an elegant part-for-whole and a less than obvious parody.

And this is how I always moved through my life—trying to prove this thesis, collecting data to support my most deeply held belief, which was that I was bad.

In her magnificent biography of Virginia Woolf, author Hermione Lee notes that the fear of incomprehensibility links madness and writing.

obdurate.