22 April 1921

22 April 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

Dear Dr Sorapure
About a year ago you taught me how to breathe and how to sit and how to make my feet warm. Those ‘lessons’ started me thinking over — or rather observing one or two other little things. And I wonder whether you might be interested in what a tubercular patient has noticed. They are very slight; I only send you one or two out of a sheaf-full. Other people might think I was morbidly selfconscious in thus giving expression to my symptoms but I know you will understand I do so because I have learned to think (and try to act by it) that “what is the matter" is a question of no value whatever unless it is tripped up by “How can I put it right” -
I submit them in all humility.
K.M.M.

(‘I’ is of course just ‘x’ or ‘the patient’. I hope this doesn’t sound like Mrs Eustache Miles or that you will not think me impertinent in imagining that you might be interested in “what the patient feels”.)

[To Victor Sorapure in Collected Letters, ? mid-May.]