BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [23 MAY 1913]
BRACERS 17919. ALS. Morrell papers #784A, Texas
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Friday evg.1

My Darling Love

This is an extra letter, because I wrote you such wretched scraps yesterday and today. The night is hot and delicious, with just a sound of summer breeze in the tree-tops — a night that seems made for love — ah me — we grow old and tiresome doing our duty, and the moments when we might live slip away — I have written so much today that I can allow myself a few sinful thoughts — 20 pages today — to the end of “Acquaintance” — and tomorrow will have to be the Day of Judgment. My mind is intoxicatingly clear and full of power — I don’t know whether you would like it — it is cuttingly analytic, with a cold passion that you might think cruel. Day by day my writing grows more simple and naive — with comprehensive confessions of ignorance. I grow capable of greater sincerity as time goes on — what I am writing now is amazingly sincere — there is absolutely nothing “clever” anywhere, except possibly a few words on the very first page, which I shall alter some day. It is wonderful when one’s thoughts grow together into a pattern, and one can write them out as one whole. A very great part of the problem of Matter will come in at the end of this book. Indeed I think all that is really difficult and fundamental can come in — then some day I can work it out in full mathematical detail.

If it turns out that you could have me at Lausanne any time, do please not think I want to stay here and work — my work would be all the better for a break. At moments the longing to be with you grows overwhelming, and then I wrap myself in work again. I am not tied here after tomorrow.

Goodnight my Darling Darling. I love you I love you —

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