BRACERS Record Detail for 17927
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"Saturday afternoon" "I have done 10 pages today on the Definition of Truth*—rather good I think—certainly a great advance on what I wrote before on the same subject—I have still an immense mass of things in my head—I have not yet finished the second of the three divisions of the analytic half of the book."
*Ch. V of Pt. II, "Truth and Falsehood".
BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [31 MAY 1913]
BRACERS 17927. ALS. Morrell papers #791, Texas
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My Darling
I am very sorry my depressed letter depressed you — it was partly the heat, which was unusually close, and seemed to destroy one’s power of coping with things. It is cool again now and I feel much more vigorous — quite able to circumvent Wittgenstein’s problems, even if I can’t solve them. I don’t want to work at them, because they are his affair — I only want to draw a circle round them, and say things that don’t depend on them.
I am so glad Vitt— [I can’t make out what his name is] is so splendid. Think of his having Lord Jim. — The little photo of Ferney didn’t come — I hope it will another day. I should love to have it.
Last night I wrote rather a foolish letter — I don’t know why. It is a mistake to think about future emotions and wonder if they will be agreeable or painful — better let them come as they choose.
My work goes well — I have written 10 pages today on the definition of truth — rather good I think — certainly a great advance on what I wrote before on the same subject — I have still an immense mass of things in my head — I have not yet finished the second of the 3 divisions of the analytic half of the book. By the time you get home, the analytic half at least will be finished.
Bevan and his brother are coming to tea. It is nearly 3 and I have not yet been out, so I must stop. I am afraid you must feel as if I had withdrawn myself from you temporarily into work, but it really isn’t so — it is only the great concentrated effort that for the moment leaves little spare energy. My love goes on all through everything, but it seems hard to bring it to the surface sometimes. But you know all about that. I am in a sort of life-and-death struggle, and for the moment I can’t take my eyes off the Enemy. But I love you with all my Soul always, Darling.
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