BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, 9 OCT. 1911
BRACERS 17297. ALS. Morrell papers #213B, Texas
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Trinity College,
Cambridge.1
Monday afternoon
October 9. 1911

My Darling

The Fellowship Election is now over, quite satisfactorily to my mind. We elected Broad and Neville, the two men who stuck to my lectures to the end — Whitehead says I shall get to be known as a successful coach [the person whom all decent people in the University most despise]. The other person we elected was Gow, son of the Head Master of Westminster. They were the three that I thought ought to be elected. Neville (whose dissertation was not in my line) was more highly praised than I have ever heard a candidate praised. They say he attacked and completely solved a problem which has baffled many of the best mathematicians for the last 100 years. Broad richly deserved election, and everybody quickly agreed about him. It is an anxious and responsible business; several of those not elected were apparently very good men. Whitehead is gone now.

Two letters have come from you since, one written Thursday night and one on Friday. It was a great joy to get them. Thank you for letting me see nurse and Julian’s letter which delighted me. I didn’t see Rupert Brooke’s letter. — Crashaw is pleasant, tho’ I should say not great. Don’t you know

Whoever she be
That not impossible she
who shall command my heart and me

That is his best-known poem I think. I will see if I can get his poems to give you. They are often nice. — The hair-wash is not done yet.

I think perhaps I was unduly alarmed about Mrs Whitehead’s health. She seemed better this last time.

It is sad you have such awful rain. There has been very little here, tho’ also not much sun. I am sorry to hear that under pretence of Doctor’s orders you have taken to indulgence in the juice of the grape. Believe me, it is better to resist the first step: every subsequent resistance will grow more difficult!

I like to think of your going to the Certosa. I only saw it once, and it was rather poisoned for me by the company of Lady Henry Somerset and her fat parson. It is very lovely and I wish I were going to see it too. I have put the Giorgione on my dressing table so as to see it constantly. It moves me more and more.

I can’t say how glad I am you may be back before 24th. Except the previous Sunday I have few engagements beyond my lectures. I am not tired of you yet, but perhaps you would not be wise to delay your return much longer. Who knows? I may be seeing the Fatal One. Altogether I think prudence dictates an early return.

My Darling it will be heaven to be with you again. I think of it all day long. I am aching for you Dearest. But your letters sound happier than they were in Vienna, which is a great relief. I am very happy in spite of impatience. Goodbye my treasure this must be posted at once, and then I must get going on a fresh batch of proofs. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Your
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