[Marked "Copy" in BR's hand.]

On Maud possibly going to Newnham College.

"Shan't come before Paris Bertrand".

"9 p.m." Excellent account of meditative feelings on last year. On Pater: "It recalled no definite childish memories, because since the age of definite memories I have not lived in a world of sensuous impressions like that of Florian." Wordsworth. "I had a passionate desire to find some link between the true and the beautiful...." Alastor. Fitzgerald. "If I could believe in Bradley, as I do most days, I should never suffer from it [conflict between true and beautiful] again." Tragic Muse. Aunt Georgy too inquisitive (like most women). Burdetts. Urged Maud to write him once a week. Alys to give literary criticisms of his descriptions.

"Monday" "10 a.m." Fears Alys will never understand disadvantages of aristocracy. Americans never see them as themselves. BR will not succeed before 50, at least. Experience. "... these years, which ought to be given almost entirely to theoretic work and the acquisition of ideas by thought...." B. Webb. "... my ambition is boundless...."

"Monday evening" It was when he was 16 and 17 that he wished to harmonize the true and the beautiful. Comment after story of uncle who said BR wouldn't enjoy any subsequent day as much: "(This for the biography.)" Grant Duffs.

[Letter is not signed].

"Tuesday morning" "G.T. stands for Golden Treasury, because I once wrote a paper on Elizabethan lyrics (which is now at Friday's Hill among my papers), and I wanted to quote things not in the G.T., as those that were in it would be so well-known." "My bedroom at Friday's Hill". Maud won't fall in love with him. Glad she's going to read Bradley—valuable to read someone frankly logical. School board better than temperance with its religious wash. Has to read Joanna Baillie's Basil to grandmother.

[The letter is transcribed completely in document .055058, record 20906.]

"Tuesday evening" Their separation. Re-read all her letters since February. Checks (birth control) and children and grandmother.

"Wed." Lord Dufferin has written and BR is going Friday morning. Wants easy Russian or French novels to read in Paris.

"10.30 p.m." Alys to write to [Frank's] Miss Morris. "Homeopathic medicines don't annoy me if thee takes them only with the end [cure colds], though it would make me rage and storm if I thought thee believed in them." Sent her two tracts. How he loves the sea: "It satisfies all my love of boundlessness and change and vast regularity, and has an extraordinary exhilarating and yet calming effect on all my thoughts and feelings." Would enjoy writing notes for her on difficult passages in Bradley. Would enjoy writing essays for her. Would like her to recommend some Bohemians in Paris.

"Thursday" "12 noon" Saw Alys's mother.

"[June]" "5.30 p.m." Another reference to terrible times in June. Early days of their love. More bitter against the world and his relations than before. Set about making impressionist descriptions of things seen in foggy sunlight. Lunching and dining with Theodore.

"9.30 a.m." Lord Dufferin expects him to stay three months, i.e. till December 10. "... thee might also send my old journal in the Greek letters, headed "Greek Exercises" and written mostly in pencil. I put down most of my religious experiences there while they were fresh and I might copy them into plain English for thee, supplementing them by memory when they need it." Moore. On sensuous descriptions. Alys to come to Paris on 17th November.

"Saturday morning" "... the real essence of love, the unreasoning love, that loves because it cannot help it, and not because there are excellent grounds for esteeming a person." Done no work since Penrhos. Will write down all he remembers of his childhood.

[Letter is not signed.]

"2:45 p.m." Bought books for a book-lover. Spiritual and material luxury are complementary. Need he keep the pledge in Paris?

[The letter is transcribed completely in document .055070, record 20914.]

"Sunday morning" Has letters of introduction to three eminent Frenchmen, from M. d'Estournelles. The month at Friday's Hill: "Thee and I together were trying to stamp out my affection for my grandmother".

[Letter is not signed.]

"3.30 p.m." Moore's family: "The eldest brother is an artist, who according to Moore has opinions about everything and has reconciled Hume and Spinoza, God knows how!" "Oh what a blissful world the world of philosophy is!" Fitz is not home.

[The letter is transcribed completely in document .055071, record 20916.]

"Victoria, 9 a.m." [On his way to France.] Went to d'Estournelles. Headlong Hall. Miss Brown. Encloses Moore's address [not present]. The Protheroes of Cambridge. Their love.

"9.45 p.m. My Darling Alys—I have been relieved this evening to think that thee has my scrawl of last night and will be happy again about our marriage—tho' from thy saying nothing more about it I hope thee had already come to the conclusion that Costelloe was inaccurate as usual."

"10 p.m. My Darling Alys There is another cypher telegram wh. ought to be occupying my time, but as it is only from the resident clerk it can't be v. important so I will write to thee 1st."

"10 a.m. My Dearest—It is perfectly shocking how many good working hours I waste writing to thee—however, I expect thee to do the same, and I shd. think it v. shocking if thee let work interfere with thy letters."

"10 p.m. My Darling—My letters the last two days have been rather hurried and unsatisfactory, but indeed I've been so busy I had hardly time to turn round—both nights I've been kept busy till 12 o'clock with telegrams."

"Wed." "9.30 a.m. My Darling Alys—I'm so glad my letter gave thee pleasure—but I can't imagine why thee didn't get my Sunday one—I never wd. have sent an envelope of nothing but enclosures if I hadn't calculated thee'd get a real letter by the same post—"

"[Wed. evening Oct.] Thurs. morning" "10.30 a.m. My Darling Alys—I had got as far as the date last night, thinking I wd. make a long letter by beginning then—when I was interrupted by a telegram, and this mg. I have just finished another wh. arrived after I'd gone to bed."

"Friday" "9.45 a.m. My Dearest Alys—I am returning the journal, with some letters and some more pages of W., in today's bag—I have nothing to write in it myself, since I express everything to thee."

"8 p.m. My Darling Alys—I dined early tonight on purpose to be back for thy letter and have nothing to keep me from answering it—and here it is all right, and it is very nice to have it."

"2 p.m. My Darling Alys Thy letter for some reason didn't come till 12, and I began to think thee had taken to economizing and I shouldn't have one till evening—however when it did come it was lovely."

"Sunday" "11 a.m. My Dearest Alys—I will write now and send only the bag so that thee'd get it when thee arrives at 44, because I shan't have time later on, and besides thee'll think my letter contains only enclosures and will I hope be pleasantly surprised."

"Monday" "12.30 a.m. My Beloved—I ought to go to bed, but I can't, because this is the first moment for so many hours that I can be alone with thee in spirit tho' not in the flesh."

[Letter is not signed.]

"Monday" "2 p.m. I ought to be writing dispatches but I must finish the letter I began last night first."

"Tuesday" "10 a.m. My Darling Alys—At last I have a good clear hour to write to thee in and I will try to make up for arrears—I have so much to say."

"Wed. "10 a.m. My Darling Alys—I feel very happy this morning, both because this is the best day of the month and because I have 2 lovely letters—it is nice hearing morning and evening—it makes me quite reconciled to my brother's visit."

"Thursday mg." "My Dearest—I made my brother put off his dinner till 7.45 in hopes thy letter wd. come by the 1st delivery—but it didn't, and I only got it on coming home at midnight."

"Thursday" "10.30 p.m. My Beloved—I have got rid of my brother early tonight after dragging him through the pouring rain to the Moulen Rouge and the Casino de Paris where we were both bored to death and I was very much depressed, and where both of us, he especially, were solicited by innumerable prostitutes."

[The letter is transcribed completely in document .055102, record 20934.]

"Friday morning" It is nice both the Davies's have got Fellowships: my brother told me and I am just going to write and congratulate them."

"5 p.m. Dearest Alys—Having come to order to finish dispatches before the departure of the bag at 6.30, I find nothing to do, so I have a few moments—till Phipps's return to write to thee in—but here in the Chancery, with Harford opposite, it is difficult to write much."

"3 p.m. My Darling Alys I have just been consulting them about going to England on the 17th and they both, Dodson and Harford, say it can certainly be managed, and that my going Sat. to Mond. to Cambridge Nov. 3-5 wd. make no difference to it—so I shall be able to do both, wh. I'm very glad of."

"Sunday morning" "My Darling Alys—Now that my brother is gone I feel quite a new man—I'm glad he came because my relief will make the next week or so fly."

"10.30 a.m. My Dearest Love—Thy letter came this mg. instead of last night—it was a disappointment then, but I read over old letters and went to bed at 10, and stayed there till it was brought me at 9.30, asleep nearly all the time!"

"9 p.m. My Darling Alys—I had just reached the tough part of my paper on space when I found that it was time for the post, so I went down to the Porter's Lodge and the concierge gave me thy letter, wh. was very nice."

"Tuesday evening" "My Darling Alys—I must write thee a short letter tonight because I have a restless fit and can't do anything else."

"10.30 a.m. My Dearest Alys—Having written last night I will write very shortly this time."

"Wed." "9 p.m. My Darling Alys—I will write thee just a little letter, tho' I have nothing to say except that I think it an admirable plan for thee to go on the West[minster] Vestry, as it has such pleasing consequences!"

"Thursday" "3 p.m. My Dearest Alys—I can't imagine why thee didn't get a letter yesterday morning—I addressed it to Gros. Rd. all right."

"Thursday" "My Darling Alys—It is very true that I ought not to spend so much time writing to thee, but very often I can't help it—I get so bored with solitude, and letters are my only means of human intercourse."

"Friday"

"10.30 a.m. My Darling Alys—I'm in a most extraordinarily good humour today, so I shall have nothing to say."

"Friday" "10 p.m. My Darling Alys—When I said I wouldn't write tonight I had forgotten it was Friday, or I wouldn't have said so."

"Sat." "9 a.m. My Dearest Alys—Thy suggestions for a letter to my G.M.* are admirable only of course she won't see it—I came to think later that she hadn't seen thine of Aug 1[?]."

*[Grandmother.]

"Sunday" "3 p.m. My Beloved Alys Thy letters on Friday were not horrid, quite the reverse—and if they had been, I should have known it was only because you were ill."

"Mond." "10 a.m. My Darling Alys—Thy letter again came this morning, but this time I was not expecting it sooner."

"Monday" "9 p.m. My Beloved—Thy letter is too heavenly— thee has indeed written 'something to help and calm' me."

The clipping is G. Bernard Shaw, "The Empire Promenade" [on purity and prostitution], Pall Mall Gazette, 16 Oct. 1894. On the physical pleasures (including tea and tobacco).

"Tuesday" "2 p.m. My Dearest Alys—It is strange how many things always turn up on any subject one has on the brain—when I came in from lunch today, Dodson handed me a printed petition wh. had been sent to the Embassy, saying read this, it's a very interesting story."

"Tuesday" "10 p.m. My Darling—Thy letter has only just come—half an hour ago the concierge assured me there was no hope of it now, and I had retired upstairs disconsolate to read over old letters as the best substitute."

"Wed." "10 a.m. Dearest Alys—I am in a disgustingly cheerful and prosaic mood this morning, and there is very little to answer in thy letter, so this one will I fear be dull."

"Wed." "9:30 p.m. My Darling Alys—I had made a vow not to write to thee tonight, and I don't think I'll post this, as thee probably won't get it any sooner—but I find myself always now unable to do anything after dinner but read thy letters or write to thee."

"Thursday" "10 a.m. My Dearest—It is nice to be dating Nov. at last—the month we are to meet."

"Thursday" "10 p.m. My Darling Thy letter this evening is very nice tho' it is not very long."

"Paris, Friday Nov. 2 '94" " "10 a.m. My Beloved—At last the last day is come before things begin to amend. 11 weeks gone!"

"Friday" "8 p.m. My Darling Alys—It is still half an hour before I need start so I will write to thee now and post my letter in town, and write a short letter tomorrow from Cambridge."

"1.30 My Dearest Alys I can't think why thee didn't get a letter yesterday—it is quite a mystery."

"Cambridge Sunday" "5.15 p.m. My Dearest Alys It is a great pity all my letters came in a lump and I'm very sorry to have addressed F's H: I hope it won't happen again."

"On the Boat Sunday Nov. 4 '94" "11 p.m. My Dearest Alys—I enjoyed seeing Lion [Phillimore] quite as much as I expected and had a very agreeable talk with her."

"Monday" "12.15 p.m. My Dearest Alys—I'm dropping from sleep but I ought not to go quite off in the Chancery here so I'll begin a letter to thee." He has rooms next to Alys's sister at the Hotel Vouillemont.

"Tuesday mg." "My Darling Alys—Thy letter last night was very sad—it was horrid to think of thee in floods of tears."

[Continues] "Later, in the Chancery".

"Tuesday evening" "My Dearest Alys—I can't imagine why thee didn't get a letter last night—these posts are altogether beyond me."

[Continues] "Later, in Chancery".

"My Dearest Granny—I have just been seeing Ld. Dufferin and his words have given me the most intense pleasure—"

[Marked "Copy" in BR's hand.]

"My Dearest Alys—I don't know why thee didn't get a letter Thursday night—I gave it to the hotel people and I suppose they muddled it."

[Continues] "Later, in the Chancery".

"Friday morning 8.30" "My Beloved Alys—Isn't it glorious that it will only be a week more when thee gets this?"

[Continues] "Later, in the Chancery".

"Sat." "12.30 a.m. My Darling Alys—M.* has only just gone to bed, after a long and interesting talk, but I must write a few lines as thee can't get any letter on Sunday."

*[Mariechen, Mary Berenson.]

"Sunday morning" "My Darling Alys—Isn't it lovely that every day of the week is now the last of its kind?"

"Monday" "My Dearest Alys I have no letter from thee to answer so I shan't have much to write—but M. [Mary Berenson] has kept me amused so that I have not felt the want of one too much."

"Tuesday evening" "My Darling Alys—Having been brought here against my will, I find nothing to do, and no one else here, but I must wait on the chance of being wanted any moment, so I will begin another letter to thee."

"My Dearest Alys—It does seem like last year having thee write in the train on a Temperance campaign, but I hope thee no longer feels me a somewhat irrelevant waste of time, as thee used to then in thy practical moods!"

"Thursday" "2.30 p.m. My Darling Alys I got thy 2 letters together this morning, for what reason I don't know, but it didn't matter, as I was too sleepy last night to take an interest in anything but bed."

"Thursday night" "My Beloved, My Dearest Alys—I can't tell thee how ashamed and miserable thy letter has made me—oh how shall I forgive myself?"

"Dearest Alys My list of investments appears to be in my writing-desk wh. I left at F's H* and wh. I believe is now at Gros. Rd.**, so I shall come up early tomorrow to see about it and make out the £10,000."

*[Friday's Hill.]

**[Grosvenor Rd., London.]

"2 a.m. My Dearest Alys I will write a little letter tonight tho' it is late—"

Someone has made calculations on the back of the envelope.

"11.15 p.m. My Darling Alys I was just going to bed, but it seemed lonely, and I wondered how thee was getting on, so I settled to write to thee after all."

"12.15 a.m. Dearest Alys So far all goes well, tho' I've not got much work done yet—absolutely none, in fact, except an infinite amount of shoppy talk."

"Mon." "11.30 p.m. My Darling Alys I am sorry I didn't write this afternoon, as I had meant to do."

"11.15 p.m. My Dearest Alys It is very sad to have thee gone again so soon and for so long—it will be nice to have thee really back again."

"My Darling Alys I was very glad indeed to get thy letter at lunch today, and shall be still more glad to see thee thyself tomorrow—I shall go to meet the 2.45."

"9.30 a.m. My Darling Alys I'm not sure if this will reach thee, but I'll write on the chance."

"10.45 p.m. My Darling Alys I hope thee has been successful with the speech wh. I never saw after all, and has enjoyed the Society of the Rev. Josiah Mee, who must I am sure be worthy of his name."

"6.45 p.m. My Darling Alys I will begin my letter now, and finish it later when I hope to have got thine of this morning."

[Continues] "10 p.m."

"6.30 p.m. My Dearest Alys—I was very glad of thy letter, wh. came just as I was getting up this morning."

"9 p.m. My Dearest Alys—The enclosed is for thee, but came addressed to me."

"3 p.m. My Darling Alys Altho' I have already written once today, I must write again after the lovely letter just received."

"11 a.m. My Darling Rosebud [This is to replace the little lark for the future]—I got thy letter yesterday with great joy, as it is really horrid being apart again so soon."

"10 p.m. My Dearest Alys I am fearfully sleepy, but I will try and collect my ideas for a moment."

"Merton College" "10 a.m. My Dearest Alys—Here I am established in Harold's [Joachim's] rooms: he is re-writing lectures on Plato and so I am free to write."

"10.30 a.m. Dearest Alys I was charmed to get thy letter this morning, and Logan and I were much amused at thy mother's impolite prayer."

"Before breakfast My Dearest Alys Here we are established; Logan is delighted with the place...."

"9.45 a.m. Dearest Alys It was very nice to get thy letter this morning and hear thee was so fit."

"9.45 a.m. My Dearest Alys There is no letter from thee this morning, I suppose owing to Sunday."

"10 p.m. My Dearest Alys I have just finished my Tourgenieff, wh. is even more heart-rending than most of his novels, and it has made me feel so stirred up that I must write to thee now, and not wait for the morning."

"10.15 a.m. Dearest Alys I am glad thee is better, and I am not sorry that thee misses me!"

"Dearest Alys I have not yet much to write about, but I'll send thee a line with all these letters."

"Dearest Alys Ten minutes only remain for conjugal affection, but I will do my best with them."