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November 1918, which brought the armistice, brought also the end of Night and Day - the last word were written on 21 november; it also brought Virginia a new friend, T.S. Elliot. He came to Hogarth House on 15 november bringing with him three or four poems. Mr. Elliot himself appeared to Virginia a polish, cultivated, elaborate young American, and almost too decorous; but very intelligent and very much a poet. He was very firm in his opinions, which were not Virginia's, for he thought Ezra Pound and Wyndham Lewis great men, and admired James Joyce immensely. Quentin Bell, V. Woolf - A Biography , p. 63.
He was desperetaly shy, he was intensely pessimistic. He was so convinced of his own personal ugliness that he would not have a mirror in his room. He would shut his eyes rather than face an interlocutor. He wish he had been a clergyman, a recluse, anything but what he was. He was terrified of being confortable and although he would not deny pleasure to others he was anxious to deny himself. Once he tasted a cigar and liked it so much that he resolved never to taste another. Quentin Bell, V. Woolf - A Biography , p. 5.