28 May 1921

28 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

Dearest Bogey darling
I have been trying to write out a long explanation of the reasons why I have felt out of touch with you. But I don’t think such explanations are of the smallest good. If you were here I could tell you what I feel in a minute — but at a distance — its different — I dont think its good.
Do you know, darling, what I think Love is? It is drawing out all that is finest and noblest in the soul of the other. Perhaps the other isn’t conscious this is what is happening & yet he feels at peace - and that is why. That is I think the relationship between lovers, and it is in this way that, because they give each other their freedom (for evil is slavery) they “ought" (not in the moral sense) to serve each other. By service I mean what Chaucer means when he makes his true Knights wonder what they can do that will give joy to their love?. (But the lady must, of course, serve equally.) And of course I dont mean anything in the least ‘superficial’. Indeed I mean just what there was between us in the last months at the Isola Bella — that - more and more perfect.

[To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters, c. 23 May.]