BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [2 JULY 1911]
BRACERS 17214. ALS. Morrell papers #134, Texas
Proofread by K. Blackwell et al.

The View, Upper Wyche,
Grt. Malvern1

Your dear letter this morning was a great joy my Dearest. No, it is not conceited to imagine you can give me even more happiness than you do already — but you give me more now than I could imagine before. It is a joy to find how we get easier with each other — how shy we both were at Studland. But I feel the shyness means a great deal — it seems to belong to the greatness of our love — one can’t quickly get used to anything so great, and it gives one a feeling of awe. And I do now know what you feel almost as well when you don’t speak as when you do.

I am glad Lamb was reasonable and understood the two points. I am sure he is nice at bottom, if only he were less egotistical.

We look out here over the plain straight on to Breedon Hill and the Cotswolds beyond — rain and sun chase each other across the landscape and make it beautiful and living. Last night we walked along the ridge and watched the sun setting behind the Welsh hills —

I have not yet got to work on the book. This morning I have been busy with letters and French proofs — the proofs of the address I gave to the Paris mathematicians.2 Of the other two addresses I gave in Paris, one is published3 and the other4 will be soon. The proofs still have to me the unreal feeling I had at the time — it was hard to think of the stuff instead of thinking of you.

We plan working about 5 hours a day and going longish walks between luncheon and tea. The place is very bracing and ought to do North good.

One of our days we plan going to see the poet Abercrombie whom I don’t know. He lives near here and is a friend of Bob Trevy. I don’t care very much for his verse, but people say he is a delightful man.

I wonder how you are getting on at Battler’s Green. Mrs Phillimore has a good deal of good in her — She had a very severe youth — her father drank, got ruined, and finally had softening of the brain; her mother was not much use, and Lion was the oldest of a delicate family. That kind of situation is apt to produce egoism I think, tho’ I don’t quite know why. She would be all right if she could admit that she hasn’t got the best of everything.

Now it is almost luncheon-time and I must stop. Dearest, I find you living with me more than ever before. Every moment I feel you. So far, it keeps me from missing you at all. Goodbye my Life.

Your utterly devoted
B.

• 1

  [document] Document 000134. Proofread against a colour scan of the original.

• 2

  proofs of the address I gave to the Paris mathematicians “Sur les Axiomes de l’Infini et du Transfini” (B&R C11.05; 3 in Papers 6).

• 3

  one is published Presumably “Le Réalisme Analytique” (B&R C11.03; 14 in Papers 6).

• 4

  the other “L’Importance Philosophique de la Logistique” (B&R C11.04; 2 in Papers 6).