23 May 1921

23 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

Now the day is over, the shadows are long on the grass. The new trees hold the light — and wisps of white cloud move dreamily over the dreaming mountains. It is all very lovely . . . How hot is it in England? Here it is really, as Chaddie would say, almost tropical. The nights are hot, too. One lies with both windows wide open and my toes as usual get thirsty. Yes, what you say about your exercises. You know the vision of you with naked foot stalking within my chamber is somehow most awfully important in the story of my love for you. And seeing you in the mirror & seeing you on the floor . . . all so marvellously jewel clear! And you — a radiant, very free being — revealed in some way, in no need of the least ‘protection’ or ‘covering’. I wonder if you see what I am getting at. It seems to me that my false idea of your helplessness was put absolutely beautifully right by the sight of your nakedness. But here I spec’ you’re smiling at Wig for making such a big bone about it. Nevertheless I mean something “very profound”, love.
Thank you for the Tchek. Came tonight. I am simply captivated by Chaucer just now. I have had to throw a bow window into my coeur petit to include him with Shakespeare. Oh dear! His Troilus & Cressid!!! And my joy at finding your remarks & your pencil notes.
[To John Middleton Murry in Collected Letters, 21 May.]