30 April
30 April
30 April 1920
Travelling to London
....particularly large olive or standing whistling for a taxi like a forlorn rooster piping before break of day - - or that, although you did talk so amazingly about Stendhal your hat was too small. Enfin, you are ridiculous in some way and I am hurt I am hurt. I have not said a bit what I mean to say - it's so difficult to explain - I've only hinted - - Do you ever feel like that about the world? Of course this sensitiveness has its reverse side, but that, for some extraordinary reason has never anything to do with present people but is nearly connected with "things". Today, for instance, in my search for a lovely coloured rug, very bright and silky to touch, with perhaps a pattern of wild fruit trees growing on the borders of a lake and gay coloured beasts standing on the brink - - for not more than fifteen shillings at the outside - I found myself in a carpet shop. [KM Notebooks, undated]