20 May 1922

Victoria Palace Hotel, Paris

Dont be sad, my dear! Your house has tired you. Moving is dreadful. One moves everything - one's whole being is taken up & shaken & put down again with a hammer & nails. A little holiday will make you feel different. And try not to mind your people. How tremendously you do mind them! Too much, dearest Brettushka, far too much. For if you can't change them all your unhappy thoughts of them do no good & they exhaust you like all useless thinking does. I know what its like. But try & shake them off. Its because you find it a bit hard to work just now that you feel as you do - isn't it? When I cant get on I want to (and I find my self doing it) almost torture myself.
   Oh, I wish you could hear this man playing the piano, practising below me. But so beautifully! He is listening to every tone, working quietly and carefully & now and again giving himself a treat by breaking off his exercises & bursting into ‘something rich and strange'.
   [...] When you come lets go really into the question of your deafness, too. Don't think I ignore it. I think of it often and often. I feel sure that there is a way out - not with X-rays though. Have I ever told you Ive been deaf in my right car for nearly 2 years now with noises in my head always going on - sometimes less and sometimes more. What a warrior! [To Dorothy Brett, 13 May 1922.]