4 April
4 April
4 April 1920
Easter eggs in the folded napkins. A Happy Easter. I am given the Mass for the day to read. We drink to absent friends, but carelessly - not knowing whether to bow or no. [KM Notebooks]
Easter Sunday - pouring rain ‘parky' beyond words - pools in the garden, rows of galoshes in the bathroom umbrellas in the marbil basins.
I got lovely presents. A silk egg full of chocs, a silk jersey trimmed with silver, a cigarette holder, two boxes for my dressing table, a pot of white cyclamen. The eggs were in the table napkins which were cunningly contrived birds nests. The Athenaeum came at lunch, but was seized & taken by Jinnie. I haven't seen it yet. I long to. Course I couldn't go & see old Schiff in this weather. I was very glad I couldn't. Your Thursday letter came today, darling. I think it would be a famous idea to have sketches & stories. I wrote one on the spot, called ‘Daphne' - about a plant. Ill try & bring a whole lot home - & you could stick them in under noms de plume - if you wanted to.
Yes, its true about Catholics their world is not our world - my duty is to mankind- theirs is to a personal deity - a really-living KING with a flashing face who gives you rewards. I read a panegyric by a Jesuit t'other day which did astonish me - "God shall be our most passionate love. He shall kiss us with the kisses of his mouth" and so on. It disgusted me. They horribly confuse sexuality & the state of beatification - I know really a good deal about Catholics now - Of course there's no doubt Jinnie is a saint. But she has given herself up to the whole thing. She works like mad for the glory of God - lives for his glory - refers everything to God & his saints & in fact it is to her what Art is to us. But it has warped her - even her. [To J.M. Murry in Collected Letters]