5 April (1941)

Virginia Wolf is dead, a grey, highly strung woman of dignity and charm; but she was unstable and often had periods of madness. She led the Bloomsbury movement, did much indirectly to make England so Left - yet she always remained a Lady, and was never violent. She could not stand human contacts, and people fatigued her.

6 April

I turned on the wireless and heard that Germany had declared war on both Yugoslavia and Greece. I foresse terrible complications, and the immediate sopread of the war. Belgrade has been bombed already, and I thought sadly of beautiful Beli Dvor with its exquisite contents, and the Sèvres dinner service made for Madame du Barri: it was last used when the Regent entertained Teleki, the Hungarian statesman who has recently committed suicide. Life becomes increasingly drab and horrible.