21 April 1921

21 April 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

Its a chill, strange day. I can just get about. I decided this morning to write to Sorapure about the Swiss Spahlinger treatment: whether it would be suitable for me, etc. And I shall wire you to-morrow, asking you to go and see Sorapure. Say what you like. But let him know that I am practically a hopeless invalid. I have tried to explain about money to him; why I haven’t paid him, and I have promised to pay the first moment I can....
   'Mistress, I dug upon your grave
      To bury a bone, in case
    I should be hungry near this spot
     When passing on my daily trot.
   I am sorry, but I quite forgot
       It was your resting place.’
                          (Thomas Hardy)
Wing would do this.

[To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters, ?12 May.]