19 February 1921

19 February 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

Those were very nice teacups - thin - a nice shape, and the tea was awfully good - so hot. "At the Vienna Café there is good bread." And the cigarettes. The packet done up in writing paper you take from your pocket. It is folded so neatly at the ends like a parcel from the chemists.

And then the Slatkovsky - his beard, his 'glad eye', his sister, who sat in front of the fire and took off her boot. The two girls who came to see him the Classic Day his Father died.

And the view from your window - you remember? The typist sits there & her hat & coat hang in the hall. Now an Indian in a turban walks up that street opposite to the British Museum quartier.

It begins to rain. The streets are very crowded. It is dusky. Now people are running downstairs. That haevy outer door slams. And now the umbrellas go up in the street and it is much darker, suddenly. Dear friend - do not think evil of me - forgive me.


[Letter to S. S. Koteliansky in Collected Letters, 19 February 1921.]