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172 pages, Paperback
First published April 21, 1998
When Virginia joked about how much she and Mitz had in common, she was right. Two nervous, delicate, wary females, one as relentlessly curious as the other. Both in love with Leonard � for both, he was their rock, their “inviolable centre�. They both were mischievous. They both had claws.
There has been much disagreement as to when Bloomsbury came into being (with some members of the group insisting that it never came into being at all). Was it in 1904, somewhere between 1912 and 1914, in 1920? Whenever Bloomsbury may truly have begun, there can be no disputing the fact that by the time Mitz arrived it was soon to end. (Leonard, looking back one day, would date the beginning of the end to the death of Lytton Strachey, in 1932.) But these twilight years were anything but dim. A world in decline it might be; it was still a world in which you could hear Eliot, Forster, and Virginia Woolf discussing James Joyce.
No one could do his or her job to Leonard's satisfaction; no one knew better how a thing ought to be done than Leonard himself; he was surrounded by boobies and cheats. (Not for nothing did John Lehmann call his memoir of his year working at Hogarth Thrown to the Woolfs.)
To her intimate friend Vita Sackville-West she was Potto, and a potto is a kind of lemur � not a spaniel, as one of Virginia's biographers thinks � and a lemur, though not a true monkey, is a very close relation.