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"Evg." "I have made a new start with the Shilling Shocker, [The Problems of Philosophy] and feel it will go better now—I have at last got hold of the right style, which I hadn't before. Now I shall enjoy writing it."
BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, 23 JUNE [1911]
BRACERS 17208. ALS. Morrell papers #128, Texas
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Trinity College,
Cambridge.1, 2
23. June. eve.
My Dearest Dearest
I have a few minutes before I need dress, so I will spend them the best way I can. Dickinson, who seems to me again as nice as he ever was, has been talking more or less about his troubles — without facts, which in any case are better not told — he says he has been through a perfect hell this last year. He elicited in return some talk from me about my marriage — I was very careful what I said — but he obviously wanted me to say something, and he was so sympathetic that I liked talking — I even found myself wishing that I could have told him about you. I am glad to be back where I was with him — I have always valued his friendship and sympathy, and I minded very much when I felt that he jarred me; not only for my own loss, but because he seemed to be a good person spoiled.
I enclose Jourdain’s letter which please return; also Karin’s.
I have made a new start with the Shilling Shocker, and feel it will go better now — I have at last got hold of the right style, which I hadn’t before. Now I shall enjoy writing it.
My Comee. Wed. is not important, if Wed. suits you — but I suppose I ought to go. I can arrive as early as you like on Thursday. Darling it is so perfect and beautiful when we are together — you do satisfy me so absolutely and in all ways — and I don’t think I am easy to satisfy. I love everything about you — and I feel that all we have both had in the past has made us understand each other better and find in each other what very few would have. All poetry and all imagination goes out to you so naturally — it all seems to belong to you. I hardly dare to tell you sometimes all that I think of you, for fear you will think me extravagant — I only write you sober truth, and weigh my words as if I were writing a philosophical treatise. So it is only from a wish for exact accuracy that I say I love you with all my being, with all my heart and mind and soul, every moment of the day. Goodbye.
Your
B.