January 25 marked Virginia Woolf’s 134th birthday. Rachel Vorona Cote has this remembrance for Hazlitt:
If we regard ourselves as the protagonists of our own lives, then we must, to live empathically, remember that we are not singular in our possession of an inner life. We are all of us contradictory composites, uneasily reconciling relics of our previous selves with our current one. We each perform wholeness and consistency though just beneath the skin we are roiling, reeling surges of feeling and impulse and half-thoughts.
