BRACERS Record Detail for 17286

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Collection code
RA3
Recent acquisition no.
69
Document no.
000204
Box no.
2.55
Source if not BR
Texas, U. of, HRC
Recipient(s)
Morrell, Ottoline
Sender(s)
BR
Date
1911/10/01
Form of letter
ALS(M)
Pieces
2E
BR's address code (if sender)
TC
Notes and topics

"Sunday" "My Darling—Your letter began in the train on the way to Vienna reached me this morning, which was an unexpected joy."

Transcription

BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, 1 OCT. 1911
BRACERS 17286. ALS. Morrell papers #204, Texas
Proofread by K. Blackwell et al.


<letterhead>
Trinity College,
Cambridge.12
Sunday Oct. 1. 1911

My Darling

Your letter begun in the train on the way to Vienna reached me this morning, which was an unexpected joy. I am sorry Prague was disappointing. I have never been there, but had always thought it must be interesting. I am also very sorry you keep on being so tired — I must hope Meran will do you good. I hope you won’t leave Vienna before tomorrow, because if you do you won’t get Prisons, and in Austria nothing is ever forwarded, whatever instructions one may give. I had another copy typed, so it doesn’t matter from that point of view. I sent the other copy to the Whiteheads.

I have finished Aristotle’s Ethics. The end, about the contemplative life, is certainly rather good, but in the main I dislike the book. However, I am very glad to have read it. Soon I will finish the Metaphysics, which I began a long time ago. — I once found Sacred and Profane Love in some one else’s house and began it with much interest, but wasn’t able to finish it. I will get it out of the Union here and read it. Hilda Lessways doesn’t make much impression.

Today I lunched with the Merediths, and found Waterlow. I enjoyed seeing Meredith, but Waterlow is now thoroughly cheerful and I have not much use for him. Mrs M. is dull. Waterlow’s mind is full of sexual subjects, which is perhaps natural.

Then Hardy and I went to tea with Jourdain, who was cheerful as always, full of jokes and work. He has taken a house out at Girton and is moving in on Tuesday. Probably his finances will be all right. Moore is in College but I have not seen him yet. Probably he will be in Hall tonight. It is pleasant seeing people again. Last night I paid Hill a visit — he was very cordial, and I liked him as much as ever. The time does pass more easily than at Ipsden, but it has no such wonderful moments as I had there in the beech-woods thinking of you. — I am very expert at your handwriting by now, but it took me an immense time to find out what you wanted to do to my noddle. I was well rewarded, however, when I did find out.

I am contemplating another attempt to read Bergson. He loses me and strikes me as worthless, but I expect there is something in him really, and I must try to get at it. After that there are some German books I ought to read. And I ought to read Kant over again. It is really very desirable that I should abstain from writing for a bit. I have dim ideas in my head, which will mature better if I don’t write. But I have got so used to always writing that it is quite difficult not to feel idle when I don’t; also writing is exciting.

O my Darling I do long for you to be back. It is only playing at being alive when you are away, except for letters. All my being is wrapped up in you. The more I know you, the more I know you give me what I want, more than I thought any human being could. Dearest, Dearest, I love you, I love you — I feel that when we meet I shall just want to hold you in my arms and feel the peace of it. I wonder if you know how much it means to me to feel peace — all my life I have been driven by blind longings for infinite things — I couldn’t put them away, they were my life and I should have been worthless without them. There is a kind of inward restlessness which is not altogether bad, because it drives one to seek the best, and not pretend anything less is the best. But it produces a longing for rest such as I suppose other people don’t feel so strongly. And with you I get rest, because of the infinity in you. I feel this is what I have always sought for. O my heart, you are most unspeakably precious to me.

Your
B.

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    [document] Document 000204. Proofread against a colour scan of the original. The final leaf (foliated “2”), beginning “the peace of it. I”, is misplaced among the scans in the Texas scan file 19_5 and follows upon the letter to Ottoline dated 28 September 1911 (BRACERS 17286).

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    [envelope] A circled “204”. The Lady Ottoline Morrell | Hotel Bristol | Meran | Tyrol | Austria. Pmk: Cambridge | 10 PM | OC 1 | 11 | 5

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Record no.
17286
Record created
Oct 18, 1990
Record last modified
Dec 03, 2025
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