11 April 1921

11 April 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

Lucien’s mother was a dressmaker. They lived in the village with the big church down in the valley It was a very big church, it was enormous; it had two towers like horns. On misty days when you climbed the hill and looked down and you heard the great bell jangle it reminded you of a large pale cow. Lucien was nine years old. He was not like other boys. For one thing he had no father; and for another he did not go to school, but stayed at home all day with his mother. He was delicate. When he was very small his head had gone so soft, so soft, like a jelly that his mother had had to clap two boards to it to prevent it from shaking. It was quite hard now but the shape was a little bit queer and his hair was fine like down rather than real hair.

[KM Notebooks, undated.]