8 May 1921

8 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

I feel, at present, I should like to have a small chalêt, high high up somewhere & live there for a round year — working as one wants to work. The London Mercury came on Saturday with my story. Tell me if anybody says they like it, will you? Thats not vanity. Reading it again I felt it might fall quite dead flat. Its so plain and unadorned. Tommy & Delamare are the people Id like to please. But don’t bother to reply to this request, dearest. Its just a queer feeling — after one has dropped a pebble in. Will there be a ripple or not? . . .
You know how much I shall want to hear about your lectures. Tell me what you want to. No more. I expect youll be busy & not inclined for letters. All the same I shall expect letters.
What do you feel about Broomies now? This weather, so soft, so quiet makes me realise what early autumn there might be. Its weather to go & find apples, to stand in the grass & hear them drop. Its Spring & Autumn with their arms round each other — like your two little girls in Garavan.
The packet arrived safely, thank you, darling. Your remark about Tis reminded me that in a paper here I read a little letter by Gaby Deslys saying that Feudels Bath Saltrates made her feet 'feel so nice’. A little, laughing picture & a bright string of bébé French. I felt if I went on reading — there’d come a phrase “quand on est mort, tu sais . . ."
Goodbye for now, dear darling Bogey.

[To John Middleton Murry in Collected Letters, 9 May.]