for those who are not ambitious

Han mener at mindes en omfavnelse

om det er blødt eller hårdt

elegiske poesi er språket nedtonet og stillferdig

finder han et hus til hende i den landsby

On Being Ill for those who are notAlways to have sympathy, always to be accompanied, always to be understood would be intolerable. Virginia Woolfs essay begins by lamenting the surprise neglect of ill health as a potential literary subject. What then unfolds is a dazzlingly written series of reflections on sickness, fiction, and the chilling indifference of the natural world. Above all a testament to the fundamental solitariness of the human soul, this is an indispensable work by the