BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [13 JUNE 1911]
BRACERS 17187. ALS. Morrell papers #111, Texas
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Trinity College,
Cambridge.1^, 2
Tuesday night

My Dearest Dearest

It was nice to get your dear dear letter tonight — I had hardly hoped for one. Yes Darling it does get better and better — it passes all I had imagined or dreamed of — I hope you got my letter written in the train. It was too late for the post here, so I gave it to a guard to post in the train. Having got up early this morning, I had a few moments’ sleep in the train, during which I composed a poem on the toad. I only remembered the last two lines, which summed up the rest:

Oh what a wonder! Is a toad,
The only reality other than God?

I firmly believed it was, at the moment. As soon as I got home I set to work writing my popular book, but I was soon interrupted by Lytton and Hugh Meredith. Lytton was pleasant, but didn’t mention you. Meredith dined with me in Hall. Since then we have been to Lamb’s, where I met his father — a pleasant old gentleman. He is rather a distinguished mathematician. Meredith, who is at Belfast and was formerly at Manchester, says I am just like Sir Oliver Lodge — he made out an astonishing number of points of resemblance! I had left him with Lamb but he has turned up again which rather interferes with my writing to you.

Never mind if it is a very short time Friday — I should want to come however short the time might be. Goodnight my Life. You give me such absolute joy that it seems beyond this world, and I don’t know how to fit other things into the same universe. I cannot possibly tell you what you are to me — it is utterly beyond any words I can find. When it was less I had less difficulty with words — now you will have to know — Dearest I love you utterly.

Your
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