BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, 28 SEPT. [1911]
BRACERS 17270. ALS. Morrell papers #189, Texas
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Friday night Sp. 28.1^, 2

My very Dearest

Ever since I got your letter my mind has been full of your loss, and of the longing to be with you and give you tenderness and silent sympathy. After telegraphing to you I walked by the river — it has a certain beauty, and the slow-moving water seemed soothing and solemn. My Beloved, my love for you has that solemnity that makes me feel it no profanation to speak of it in the presence of death — it is very very deep, and brings harmonya with the eternal things in the world. A less spiritual love would seem unworthy at such a time, but indeed our love is a holy thing — the most holy thing in my life, a thing somehow greater than I am — as tho’ some nobler spirit dwelt beside me, that I am conscious of though it seems hardly me — Dearest, Dearest, you have all my love and it is very great — I want it to wrap you round and sustain you and warm your heart. And I want to give you help and strength and joy — for that end I can rise above myself. Life is very solemn, and it is when it is most solemn that my love is greatest. O my love, I love you with an infinite devotion which seems to hold all the sorrow in the world within it.

I am glad to know what the Doctor says about you, especially about the faintness. I hope the extra baths will do you good. I have been to Meran with Sanger. As far as I remember, there is a good deal of beauty in the neighbourhood. I should think it quite likely you would get warmth and sun there. When we were there, it was deserted because of the heat, which was terrific.

It is odd that my letters arrive so irregularly. I suppose Sunday prevented your getting one Tuesday. I have finished Trelawney, which interested me immensely. Now I am reading Nevinson. I can’t get on with Mrs Cust — I feel her unscholarly and I dislike her style; but Nevinson interests me a good deal. I have had great difficulties with my Aristotelian paper,3 but I think I see my way clear now. I have not as yet actually written any of it.

Goodbye my Dearest. If my love can bring you comfort and be a support in sorrow it will be an unspeakable joy to me. Goodbye Beloved.

Your
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  [document] Document 000189. Proofread against a colour scan of the original.

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  [envelope] ??.

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  Aristotelian paper “On the Relations of Universals and Particulars” (see BRACERS 17262, n.4).

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