2 April
2 April
2 April 1920
My darling Boge,
Your letter on the gnu typewriter came yesterday. What a pearl it must be. Ive never seen one I liked better. It is so distinguished that its quite possible to write personal letters on it without feeling you've shouted them into the common ear - as you do with the old-fashioned kind. Two compliments flew from your letter: I am very thankful you liked the reviews. The Beresford book was awful Bogey - dead as a tack. These people have no life at all. They never seem to renew themselves or to GROW. The species is now adult and undergoes no other change until its head feathers turn white & fall out . . . Awful!! Even if one does not acquire any "fresh meat" - one's vision of what one possesses is constantly changing into something rich and strange - isn't it? I feel mine is; 47 Fitzherbert Terrace, p.e. is colouring beautifully with the years & I polish it and examine it and only now is it ready to come out of the storeroom and into the uncommon light of day.
Oh my stars! How I love to think of you and me as workers, writers - two creatures given over to Art. Not that I place Art higher than Love or Life - I cannot see them as things separate - they minister unto each other. And how I long for us to be established in our home with just a few precious friends with whom we can talk and be gay and rejoice . . . Ecce quam bonum et quam jucundum habitare fratres in unum! Sicut unguentum in capite, quod descendit in barbam, barbam Aaron. (Now that surprised you - didn't it?) Im a cultivated little thing, really. [To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters]