I liked this little discourse on her diary and how it's where Woolf "writes out her fidgets." ✍️
I had my interview with K.M[ansfield] on Friday. A steady discomposing formality and coldness at first. No pleasure or excitement of seeing me. It struck me that she is of the cat kind: alien, composed, always solitary & observant. And then we talked about solitude, & I found her expressing my feelings, as I never heard them expressed.
Virginia Woolf's diary, 31 May 1920.