3 May
3 May
3 May 1920
2 Portland Villas, Hampstead - London
I have been thinking about your new work. Have you done any more? Its very good. Delicate perception is not enough; one must find the exact way in which to convey the delicate perception. One must inhabit the other mind and know more of the other mind and your secret knowl-edge is the light in which all is steeped. I think you have done this - Do more. Tell me, if you can, what you are writing.
Violet, I have nearly finished the story I wrote for you. I shall type it out and send it to you.
Murry is desperately pessimistic about - everything - more especially he feels that the wicked writers are triumphing to such an extent that its nearly impossible ever to beat them. Things have gone too far. I don't feel that at all. I think our duty lies in ignoring them - all except those whose faults are important - and in working ourselves, with all our might and main. It is waste of time to discuss them - and waste of energy. Its a kind of treachery to all that we intend to do. I am sure the ‘day will come'. . . .It is joy to have one's room again. Everything is in its place. The black & gold scarf lies across a little couch. I am meeting [T. S.] Elliot next week. Goodbye. This is not the letter I wanted to write - its only the fringe of it. [To Sydney and Violet Schiff in Collected Letters, 2 May 1920]