05 September
05 September
5 September 1920
Travelling to Menton, France
Does nobody want that piece of bread & butter says L.M. You really think from her tone that she was saving the poor darling from the river or worse, willing to adopt it as her own child & bring it up so that it never should know that it was once unwanted. She cannot bear to see solitary or little pieces of bread & butter or a lonely little cake or even a lump of sugar that someone has cruelly, heartlessly left in his saucer. And when you offer her the big cake she says resignedly - Oh well my dear I'll just try a slice - as though she knows how sensitive & easily hurt the poor old chap's feelings are, if it's passed by. After all it can't hurt her.
L.M. is also exceedingly fond of bananas. But she eats them so slowly, so terribly slowly. And they know it somehow: they realise what is in store for them when she reaches out her hand. I have seen bananas turn absolutely livid with terror on her plate - or pale as ashes.
[KM Notebooks, undated]