5 May 1921

5 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

Its all very German. Early German. Fat little birds, tame as can be — they look as though their heads unscrewed & revealed marzipan tummies - fat little children, peasants, and — I regret to say - ugly women. In fact everybody seems to me awfully ugly. Young men with red noses & stuffy check suits & feathers in their hats ogling young females in mackintoshes with hats tied with ribbons under the chin! Oh weh, Oh weh! And if they try to be ‘chic’ - to be French — its worse still. Legs - but legs of mutton, Boge, in silk stockings & powder which one feels sure is die Mamma’s icing sugar. 
Of course I quite see the difficulty of being chic in this landscape. I can’t quite see . . . yet. Perhaps a white woolen dress, a Saint Bernard, a woolen viking helmet with snowy wings. And for you . . . more wool, with your knees bare, dearest, and boots with fringed tongues . . . But I don’t know — I don’t know . . . 
I am sure you will like Switzerland. I want to tell you nicer things. What shall I tell you? I should like to dangle some very fascinating & compelling young carrots before your eminent nose. The furniture of my salon is green velvet inlaid with flesh pink satin, & the picture on the wall is Jugendidylle. There is also an immense copper jug with lovely hearts of imitation verdigris.
Goodbye, my darling. I love you v. much & Im fond of you and I long to hear from you.
Wig.

[To John Middleton Murry in Collected Letters, 7 May.]