BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, 14 OCT. 1911
BRACERS 17305. ALS. Morrell papers #219, Texas
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Trinity College,
Cambridge.1^, 2
Sat. evg. 14 Oct. ’11

My Darling

I am writing a line now in hopes of its reaching you on Monday — I don’t feel confident it will, but it is the best chance. I have finished L’Évolution Créatrice, and I don’t see much merit beyond a certain power of imaginative reconstruction. But I can understand its being liked. Then I got some more proofs, which I haven’t finished yet, and then went for a walk with Amos and a young Fellow named Holland,3 whose subject is Law, so that Amos likes to talk shop with him. He is rather nice. Then I had a tea-party — the Fletchers and Mrs Mirrlees; then North came in and talked. It is hard to get any work done, but I manage somehow. Now Amos and I are going out to dine with the McTaggarts. She is a New Zealander, who was a hospital nurse. (I had forgotten you knew her.)

The reason I haven’t been using your writing-blocks and envelopes is not that I don’t like them, but that I sent them with my books by goods train from Goring and they have never arrived — the railway people here say the G.W. has never caught up since the strike and is still in a muddle. It is a nuisance. — I shall go up to London on Tuesday to look for a flat, and I hope to be able to settle then. But I suppose it won’t be habitable for some little time. I ought to have seen to it sooner.

Darling I am afraid so much travelling must be making you terribly tired. I think of you just about now arriving in Paris exhausted. It is disappointing that the baths have not done you more good. But sometimes after being abroad there is a benefit that only comes out afterwards. I hope it may be so.

I am afraid North thought me very mean. He had no soap last night and asked me if I had two pieces. I had a remnant of my old soap, and I gave him that because I couldn’t bear to part with yours. He says I have more hair and asked me if I had been using a hair restorer. It nearly made me blush!

My Dearest Love, your letters are such a joy to me. They generally come in the morning and are brought to me when I am called — I told my bedmaker to call me as soon as the post comes. I have grown so anxious for them that I generally wake some time before they come.

The box I bought for your letters is nearly full — it will be quite full by the end of the year. After that I shall have to put them in my tin box with other things — but I will keep the first year’s letters separate.

Goodbye Darling, it is time for me to dress. I love you with all my soul, and am filled with the wish to achieve all good things for the sake of your love — it is bound up with all good desires and inseparable from them. Goodnight my Life.

Your
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  [document] Document 000219. Proofread against a colour scan of the original.

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  [envelope] A circled “219”. The Lady Ottoline Morrell | Hotel des Saints Pères | Rue des Saints Pères | Paris | France. Pmk: CAMBRIDGE | 10. PM | OC 14 | 11 | 2

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  Holland Henry Arthur Hollond (1884-1974), elected a fellow of Trinity College in 1909.