1 June

1 June 1920

2 Portland Villas, Hampstead - London

Dear Darling,
Forgive me. I believe I always do ‘start it'. It's become a half-conscious habit with me to exaggerate my opinions whenever I speak to you just to provoke your attention - to stir you, rouse you. It is simply horrid. I never talk in that extreme dogmatic way to others, you know. I hear myself even lying to you to bring you out of your cave. Of course I'm not as anti-Sorley as ‘all that'. What I have said to you isn't my opinion at all.
It all narrows down to the old evil. No time to talk anything out or to think or to be gently poised. No time for that long breath. So we are both unjust to each other very often, and sometimes I know I am unjust in my criticism.
It's so difficult to explain: we have to take things on trust. A whole book wouldn't explain it fully. But let's try and get free and write - live and write. Anything else isn't worth living. You see we are both abnormal: I have too much vitality and you not enough. Your
Wig. [To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters, June 1920]

Darling Bogey,
Yes, there is more to be said for Sorley than I admitted to you, but until I began to talk about him to my enemy I wasn't anti-Sorley as you thought. Really, really not. That's the curse: you're not [KM Notebooks, undated]