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"Monday night" About Winston [Churchill], and Mrs. Whitehead.
BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [5 MAY 1913]
BRACERS 17895. ALS. Morrell papers #765, Texas
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My Darling Darling
I was so happy today — I can’t tell you how happy — it was much happier than the other day, I don’t know why. I had a feeling that we should keep so near in spirit while you are away that it won’t matter so much. — The effect of our love on me is that the deeper things are much less buried than they used to be, and they grow less and less buried — it has made my whole life simpler and more sincere, so that I talk and write more and more out of my whole character instead of out of scattered bits. This is really important for my work — I don’t mean the technical work, but the other.
I enjoyed the dinner — there were about 30 people, and many more came in afterwards — I sat between Mrs Winston and Venetia, with Winston just beyond Venetia. Winston monopolized Venetia, and Mrs Winston wanted to hear him, so I was relieved from responsibility. When the ladies were gone, Winston asked me to explain the differential calculus in two words, which I did to his satisfaction! Lyulph was nice, as he always is — I rather like and admire him. They asked me to go to Penrhos (near Holyhead) some time — I have never been there since my grandmother’s death. Everybody was friendly. They are an extraordinarily prosperous healthy fighting breed — it gives one a sense of safety to be one of them. One feels that whoever is oppressed it won’t be them. But they are not good people to marry, unless one can look after oneself, like Winston — they are too strong and thick and insensitive and combative.
Tomorrow I have to get up early, as I am going to hear the Brahms Requiem in Ely Cathedral at 11.30. This is due to Wittgenstein. I have heard it twice before — it is very splendid.
Darling I am full of happiness and love, and full of hope about work of all kinds. When my work goes well I am a much nicer person! Goodbye my Beloved. I hated seeing you so tired and ill — but I disregarded it so as not to spoil our last moments. Goodnight my Heart my Joy my Soul.
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