To Edward Sackville West
The Hogarth Press, 52 Tavistock Square, London, W.C.1

Saturday morning [15 May 1926]

Dear Eddy,
I am awfully sorry, having just said I would go on Tuesday. Now Iam overcome by the feeling that I can't—the truth is I am all over the placetrying to do a difficult thing in my novel [the Time Passes section], also Iwas chattering horrible nonsense all last night, and feel positive I shouldwreck your evening. This is not a pose; I would much rather you came andsaw me, say tea, on Wednesday; and got somebody else to go to the concert.Please forgive me; but you will understand the horror that comes overone of ones self and being engaged and making a mess of things.

Yours Ever
Virginia Woolf

I can't remember your telephone number.