BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [9 NOV. 1911]
BRACERS 17336. Morrell papers #249, Texas
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My Darling Love

Yes, it was a heavenly time. I do think it does grow better and better, partly because we grow more easy with each other. — I am quite sure I should like H. James. His slowness and hesitation would be too much bound up with what is lovable in him to be irritating. I feel him wistful and in search of the infinite — and I always like people who have that. — I am equally sure I should loathe Zwangwill’s play — Zwangwill rasps me so that I can hardly endure him.

Dakyns and Waterlow stayed till about 11 — they were not interesting — As soon as they were gone I fell asleep where I was — later on I woke enough to crawl into bed, and slept till I was called — quite the correct quiet bachelor life. Dakyns came to breakfast — then I had letters, proofs, lecture to prepare (my Thursday lectures require more preparation than the others); also a paper to make up to set to my class. Now I have got all these jobs done and am waiting for Dickinson for a walk. George Trevy came in for a moment — very full of Balfour’s resignation. How well the secret was kept! I am astonished. I think any leader will be better for them in the country. But I am really glad. I think there is a kind of intimate untruth and cynicism about good things in Balfour which makes him very degrading. The only drawback is that now he will have time to write philosophy. —

Next week, while you are away, I shall be extra busy looking over the paper I am setting today — I see the men singly and discuss all the points they seem not to have understood. Last year Broad used to be terribly voluminous. This year I hope no one will write as much as he did.

Max Beerbohm’s book is fantastic and absurd and amusing. I didn’t finish it last night after all because I slept instead. — I don’t wonder you were tired last night. I hope you are rested today. I am feeling stupid, with the sense of a great deal to do, tho’ really I have done it all — but the sense won’t always stop when the things are done. — Tomorrow at eleven. Goodbye my Dearest Heart. It is heavenly being with you.

Your
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