Virginia Woolf to Lytton Strachey, 22 October 1915:
'I should think I had read 600 books since we met. Please tell me what merit you find in Henry
James. I have disabused Leonard [Woolf, husband] of him; but we have his works here, and I
read, and can't find anything but faintly tinged rose water, urbane and sleek, but vulgar, and
pale as Walter Lamb. Is there really any sense in it? I admit I can't be bothered to snuff out
his meaning when it's very obscure. I am beginning the Insulted and Injured [Dostoevsky,
1862]; which sweeps me away. Have you read it.'