6 Nov 1921

6 November 1921

Chalet des Sapins, Montana-sur-Sierre, Switzerland

Dear Sydney,
   Your holiday sounded very delightful. I have often wanted to visit Perpignan. Do you know a little book ‘La Fortune de Becot' by Louis Codet. Its about that part of the country - awfully worth reading for its first 18 chapters.
   Yes, we are very happy here. Switzerland has its disadvantages, the chief being the Swiss but its an amazing spot for work. Or so I find. I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered with fresh snow. But Heavens! What sun. It never has an ending. I am basking at this minute - half past four - too hot without a hat, & the sky is that transparent blue only to be seen in autumn - the forest trees steeped in light.
   Please don't think of me as ‘ill'. I am not ill any longer, and never mean to be ill again - thats over.
   But the prime ‘reason' for your leap in the dark was the Murry & Sullivan affair wasn't it? I mustn't fly off upon the beauties of squirrels & the smell of quinces - & all those things which make Life Ah! how thrilling.
Sullivan v. Murry . . . But my dear Sydney I know no more than you. All I know is that they are not writing to each other at present. Is there really anything more definite? Cross my heart it is not known to me. I thought they had both, for the time being, come to a pause - and that was all. As to the ‘Dodger' M. denies that ever was his ‘mot'. I think, indeed I am sure he appreciates Sullivan. I gave him your letter to read, I questioned him about it and he laughed at me. Rien de rien - so there you are. Does that seem to you highly unsatisfactory?  [To Sydney Waterlow, 4 November 1921.]