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what’s your biggest queerbait that still gets you mad today

Virginia Woolf sent Vita Sackville-West a dummy copy of the first edition of To The Lighthouse, on publication day, 5 May 1927. It was inscribed ‘In my opinion the best novel I have ever written.’ All the pages were blank. A few nights later she kept herself awake worrying that Vita might not have seen the joke, and sent an anxious note to ‘Dearest donkey West’: ‘Did you understand that when I wrote it was my best book I merely meant because all the pages were empty?’ Immediately Vita replied: ‘But of course I realised it was a joke; what do you take me for? A real donkey?’ She followed this with an effusive letter of praise for the ‘real’ To The Lighthouse: ‘Darling, it makes me afraid of you. Afraid of your penetration and loveliness and genius.’