I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another. Author: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “Peter would think her sentimental. So she was. For she had come to feel that it…” “But you understand, you, my self, who always comes at a call (that would be a h…” “n indeed peace had come. Messages of peace breathed from the sea to the shore. …” “She felt drawing further from her and further from her an Archduke,(she did not…”