17 April 1921

17 April 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

My darling Bogey

About the journal. I wish it were ever so many times as long again. You can imagine how I read it, a kind of special facon de lire. Really there is nothing more fascinating than this vision of the others mind — independent, personal, detached as it can’t be in letters - and yet intimate as it cant be in another form of writing. Bandol is beautiful – there is no other word - theres such ‘leisure’ - a dreaming quality . . . Its like a boat swinging idle on a still sea. I feel you were at the place, at Arles for instance for months. That your room there was your room. You did without a carafe the whole time. I have now an idea of all that country, and of the kind of life which I did not even glimpse before. The farmer class, the asparagus, the grossness, the lovely tiles, the talk. Good heavens! Are there really only a few pages of it? The procession seen from the window might be the middle of the book. 

[To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters, c. 17 May.]