27 May 1921

27 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

I think Switzerland has the very ugliest houses, people, food, furniture in the whole world. Theres something incredible in the solid ugliness of the people. The very newspapers full of advertisements for a “magnificent porc” or a batterie de cuisine comprising 75 pieces are typical. And the grossness of everything! I cant stand the narcissi even. I feel there are too many and the scent is too cheap. Yesterday L.M., who is staying at a place called Blonay brought me a bunch of lilies of the valley — an immense cauliflower it looked like and smelt like.
But I must say the country round Sierre is simply wonderful. Thats where Id like to be. Its so unspoilt, too. I mean there are no Casinos, no tea shops and as far as I could see from my glimpse not a tourist to be seen. I shall go there at the end of June when Murry has joined me. I feel so remote, so cut off from everything here . . . I cant walk at all. I lie all day in the shade and write or read and thats all. Work is the only thing that never fails. Even if people don’t like my stories I don’t mind. Perhaps they will one day, or the stories will be better. Ive been reading Chaucer. Have you read his Troilus & Cressid lately? It is simply perfect. I have a passion for Chaucer just now. But England seems to think Miss Romer Wilson is so much the greatest writer that ever was born. She does sound wonderful, I must say. Is it all true?
Goodbye dearest. Forgive a dull dog. I feel this is infernally dull. Its sent with so much love & real longing to hear you’re better.
Ever
Katherine.
[To Ottoline Morrell in Collected Letters, c. 22 May.]