BRACERS Record Detail for 17224
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She has his ms. "I have written 2,000 words this mg., I think the best so far. I began with 2 pages on Plato* which delighted me as clear exposition."
[*Probably the beginning of Chap. IX, "The World of Universals".]
BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [11 JULY 1911]
BRACERS 17224. ALS. Morrell papers #144, Texas
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Tuesday morning1, 2 Darling your letter which I got in bed this morning was very delightful. I don’t see that you fritter your time away — it seems all to go to doing things that make other people happy — I am glad the MS pleases you, and shall be very glad of your criticisms — the more the better — tho’ I dare say I shall try to rebut them if I can — Yes please keep it till I come. I have written 2000 words this morning, I think the best so far. I began with 2 pages on Plato3 which delighted me as clear exposition. But after that it got rather difficult. I will bring what I have done on Friday.
I should love to be near you at Broughton, and the thought of your sometimes coming to me is quite intoxicating. There would be all sorts of things to show you and talk about which wouldn’t be possible otherwise, and you would get away from your maids. But if I were near you I wouldn’t share with any one. I could have a visitor on occasion, but I should like to be able to be alone when I chose. It seems to me to depend wholly on whether Philip would object. But there is no need to broach the subject for another year. By that time anything may be possible. I can’t tell you how I should love it. — I am sorry you think P. is lonely in London. Still you do really need the country, and he is happier when you are well.
I don’t know that it is serious about North, it is only a feeling I have. It has I think nothing to do with keeping back facts, for I have never spoken to him even casually about my doings — it does not seem natural with the young. It is merely that I am less actively occupied than formerly with the same kind of moral problems that occupy him. He never talks directly of his own difficulties, but they appear in his general talk — probably more than he knows. He is pugnaciously moral from the difficulty of the struggle, and impatient of any truth which is not a help. — Abercrombie didn’t come; he said he would very likely be too busy. Certainly I will give you the ring formally. I will say “Madam, pray accept this slight token of my esteem”.
Now I must go downstairs and go on with my book. Goodbye my Beloved. I am longing for you — My Dearest Dearest I love you I love you. I live for you in all my thoughts.
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