BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, 19 OCT. 1911
BRACERS 17312. ALS. Morrell papers #226, Texas
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Thursday mg Oct. 19. 1911

My Darling Love

Your dear letter of Tuesday and yesterday has just come. I don’t know if this will reach you in Paris or not, but I write on the chance. Dearest, of course I understand that you can’t hurry P home from his holiday. I have not gone to London today but I shall go tomorrow for the day to look for rooms. I can come to Bedford Square any time Sat. not too late if you are there; and I will get a sitting room for Monday and Tuesday. I like the idea of Gray’s Inn very much.

The 2 books — Maitland and George Trevy — have come — thank you very much indeed. You spoil me, you really mustn’t give me so many books. — Last night after dinner a history fellow who has ploughed through the whole of Principles of Mathematics and Principia Mathematica came to give me a list of misprints, and talked some time about the subject. Then Ogden turned up again. He is doing Ancient Philosophy for his Tripos, and longs to take the Moral Science Tripos too. I advised him not to, as he does many other things, and will get overworked if he does two Triposes. But I don’t think he will take my advice, and I half hope he won’t. He is energetic and an omnivorous reader, but his mind has no quality, and he is not really able. Magdalen, where he is, is a very stupid and very conservative College — I dined with the Master once and found Ogden was regarded as a genius, but they think him dangerous. The Master is nearly half-witted. His friends say it is due to a blow on the head, but it seems to have occurred in prehistoric times. He is a parson and one of the leaders of conservatism and obscurantism. His wife is an old friend of Alys. I went to bed early and slept 8 hours so you see I am obedient.

This morning I have been preparing my lecture for this afternoon — the first of its set. I don’t know quite who will come to it.

I am very glad you are rather better. But I dread the effect of London on you. Oh dear, I wish you could get really better.

I don’t think Alys in Chelsea will bother me. Gray’s Inn is a long way from there. She knows what we do wherever she is, so that makes very little difference.

Versailles must have looked very mournful. The Backs here are just now wonderfully beautiful, but so melancholy that it is hardly endurable.

Dearest, Dearest Love, I am full of thoughts of you — nothing else counts — I am living in the thought of seeing you again. I feel I shall not want to say anything but just drink in the joy of your presence — hold your hand and feel peace. My Darling My Darling you are my sun and my joy and my life — I love you with a deep reverence and a yearning of all my soul. Goodbye my Ottoline, my Beloved.

Your
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  [envelope] A circled “226”. The Lady Ottoline Morrell | Hotel des Saints-Pères | Rue des Saints-Pères | Paris | France. Pmk: CAMBRIDGE | 12.15 PM | OC 19 | 11