18 May 1921

18 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

Veen dear,
Read this criticism. It takes the bisquito. This gent is evidently playing Paris to Miss W’s Helen. But why a half-brick at me? They do hate me, those young men. The Sat. Review said of my story “a dismal transcript of inefficiency”. What a bother! I suppose, that living alone as I do, I get all out of touch & what seems to me even lively is ghostly glee.
Sorry your forgot your braces & your toothbrush. I cant imagine either you or me without toospeg brushes. I feel theyd come flying after. I am v. glad you lunched with the Luft Schiffs. Dont they get a funny crew together! But they are a kind pair.
Oh my dear sweet hert, I like these 2 torn pages written at such a terrific lick - funny long y’s and g’s tearing along, like fishes in a river when you are wading.
One word more.
I was not honest about not "facing all facts”. Yes, I do believe one ought to face facts. If you don’t they get behind you & they become terrors, nightmares, giants, horrors. As long as one faces them one is top dog. The trouble is not to steel oneself to face them calmly - easily - to have the habit of facing them. I say this because I think nearly all my falsity has come from not facing facts as I should have done & its only now that Im beginning to learn to face them.
[To John Middleton Murry in Collected Letters, 19 May.]