25 April
25 April
25 April 1920
About Devonshire - is it too remote? Are the sanitary arrangements perfect? Can one drive. Your wife cant be planted on a cliff yet - alas -& Im a little bit frightened of your hotel. I feel I ought to be nearer civilisation. But lets decide that when I return. I have an idear.
Sunday. Brilliant fine. Oranges for breakfast & a huge bouquet of sweet peas - AND a letter from you. That Festa, my own boy must have been a most disgusting affair. Oh, how I agree about Shylock! I think The Taming of the Shrew is so deadly too. I am certain Bill never wrote it; he bolstered up certain speeches but that is all. It's a hateful silly play - so badly constructed and arranged. Id never go to see it. I think we shall have a Shakespeare festival one year at Broomies - get actors there to study their parts - act out of doors - a small Festa - a real one. Ill be stage director. I am dead serious about this. Your Stratford makes me feel it.
Really its grilling hot today! I feel inclined to make a noise like a cicada. Just now Miss Helen Fullerton shouted from the garden "Little Murry, come on to the balcony & be took." She had her camera. She'd just returned from early Communion. Jinnie, has just come in from Mass.
Oh this climate this weather this place. Ill never leave here another year before the end of May. Its too perfect. Even June is exquisite Im sure. Adorable South of France. How I have loved it. Well I wont write again. Goodbye my precious little mate. Go slow and be a good boy - not a tired one. Be sure you have a car engaged - won't you. Now begins a new chapter - much newer - quite different, so I imagine, to what you think - [To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters]