26 May 1921

26 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

It was a divine day - the day I met him - and the strange ancient room in an old hotel where we talked was so beautiful that the moment was enough. One must live for the moment, that is all I feel now. When he explained how the left lung was deeply engaged but the right was really the dangerous one I wanted to say: “Yes, but do listen to the bees outside. Ive never heard such bees. And theres some delicious plant growing outside the window. It reminds me of Africa."
But my health is such a frightfully boring subject that I won’t talk about it.
Life in this hotel is a queer experience. I have two rooms and a balcony so I am, thank Heaven, quite cut off They are corner rooms, too. But I descend for the meals - step into the whirlpool — and really one sees enough, hears enough at them to last one for ever. I have never imagined such people. I think they are chiefly composed of Tours — they are one composite person, being taken round for so much a week. Its hard to refrain from writing about them. But my balcony looks over Montreux and Clarens. Anything more hideous!!

[To Ottoline Morrell in Collected Letters, c. 22 May.]