BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [26 JUNE 1911]
BRACERS 17210. ALS. Morrell papers #130, Texas
Proofread by K. Blackwell et al.

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Trinity College,
Cambridge.1^, 2
Monday evening

My Darling

I seem to have made a muddle of addresses — I ought to have told you to address here still today. However I shall be all the more glad of your letter tomorrow when I get it. — I went to the Press on behalf of Jourdain, but with no result. I got a large bundle of proofs of Whitehead’s and my book — our second Vol. will presumably come out some time in the autumn. Then there will be a third and last, which ought to be out about this time next year.

I went to pay a dinner call at the Mirrlees’s but nothing of interest happened. Otherwise my time has been arranged in tidying up, throwing away, packing etc. — all occupations which I resent as unworthy of an immortal soul, or even more rash in a mortal soul which must make the most of its moments. My mind grows distraught and stupid after very little of the mechanism.

I am to lecture to some summer school at Girton in August on Philosophy and Common Sense — I shall give them a chapter of my shilling book. They give me four guineas, which is why I do it —

I leave Hindhead about 12.30 Wed. and I will call at 3 More’s Garden on the chance of a letter or telegram Wed. afternoon. Thursday morning Ia[ see there is a train to Henley 8.48, arriving about 9.45. I could take that and bicycle up bringing my luggage, so that I shouldn’t reach you much before 10.30, and could reach you as much later as you might wish. There would be no need to send to meet me — I have to bring my bicycle anyhow.

This is a very dusty letter all about plans — I dread going to the Dakyns’s tomorrow. It is awful seeing people one cares for when they have had a loss — there seems so little one can do or say — and silent sympathy leaves one wrung out.

My Dearest Life, I am so longing for you. The day we were at Hampstead seems a long time ago. I am so glad it will be at Peppard instead of London. Your beach wood is very beautiful — I hope the chalk pit won’t be under water. I find it is a pleasure to think of seeing Julian — she is a dear child.

O my Darling I do want your kiss and your arms — the time away from you is such a waste — I was a fool to let so many years go by without knowing you. I can hardly bear to look at the big photograph you gave me of yourself years ago, because it reminds me of wasted years. My heart, you do give me such happiness — it takes the whole of me to hold so much, and I feel if I were greater there would be more — nothing limits it but my capacity — and that not much. Goodbye.

Your
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  I leave Hindhead … Thursday morning I replaced If you wrote to Hindhead today, do write there again tomorrow (not late). I leave there about 12.30 and I will call in More’s Garden on the chance of a letter or telegram. I