self analysis of cameo

I think it always helps to put a piece in context and I was surprisingly pleased with this short vignette on Virginia Woolf which concludes my obsession with her as I move onto other thoughts.
The fact that she had to choose not between life and death but between life and madness, finally  choosing death is crucial. Filling her pockets to weigh herself down she walked into the river Ouse and drowned herself. The reference to Shakespeare might seem contrived but in actual fact her works were influenced greatly by the playwright  - her famous fictional Judith Shakespeare in "A Room of One's Own" and the reference to seeing him in "Orlando". The line, "I fell in love" refers to the question of heterosexual love that Woolf felt particularly for Vita Sackville West and the fascination of the Bloomsbury group with sexuality, dual gender etc. The actual word bisexual was not in common use until 1960's but the subject matter was being widely discussed.
I have referred to her timeless voice, which transcends the years - another very important theme to Woolf in the period in which she was writing. The subject of Time was being philosphically discussed and she entered the debate with her analogy of the time of the mind and the time of the clock. "The Lighthouse "crosses 10 years in one space; "Mrs Dalloway" is set in one day; and "Orlando" spans 300 years so she was playing about with the concept. In "The Lighthouse " time passes while the characters sleep - hence my mention of  sleep and the fact that Woolf 's ideas have  subliminally changed my own perceptions even as I sleep. Questions were being asked in every area of the Arts and the Impressionists, such as Picasso, were a huge influence on Woolf. Hence the idea of splashes of colour, introducing my next train of thought which will be on fragmentation. It afforded Woolf the chance to equate literary aesthetics to art.
Finally, the aloe, native to New Zealand and referenced in Katherine Mansfields famous short story, only blooms once in a hundred years - almost the time span between the time of Woolf's prolific writings and today.