Seventy years ago yesterday, literary icon Virginia Woolf wrote two suicide notes. One was addressed to her sister and the other was addressed to her husband — who was in his study nearby. She then put on her Wellington boots, filled the pockets of her fur coat with rocks, and walked out into the middle of the River Ouse in England.
Her body wasn’t found until three weeks later, at which point her husband had her cremated and buried beneath a tree on their property. To commemorate her, he engraved a stone with the last lines from one of her novels: “Against you I fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! The waves broke on the shore.”