The central notion is that one’s fanciful life is of as much significance as one’s real flesh-and-blood life and that one cannot tell where the one cuts off and the other begins. This thing I have thought has as much physical existence as the stupid physical act I yesterday did.
I am not competent to manage more space than this. I would be if I were a fairy. Fairies are the happiest people there are. All editors ought to be fairies. I fuss around with commas, semi-colons, dictionaries, and wordings, and it drives me crazy. I am too virile…
You must be having a sad time, my poor dearest, and more than once I’ve found myself very moved as I imagined your fragile little iron-willed self on wet roads, completely stubborn and completely soaked…
I have about as much interest in [soccer games] as a Russian Wolf Hound evinces in the V shaped motor of the Cadillac engine.
Now, dear friend, I have told you all the gossip. I wish I could do better, but I cannot. Indeed there are soul-realities. I feel a perfect stream of life beneath all this…
I feel completely exhausted and especially depressed by my awareness of having lost contact with Americans and their ways, and by the hopelessness of ever making them understand so many things.
I caught the language again quickly and the familiar combination of open hearts and closed minds that represents so much of the country except New York, where we have closed hearts first, and minds so open that carrier pigeons can fly straight through without leaving a message…
It was a terrible struggle for me to see him…with the great gulf of these three years between the last time & this now, & such thoughts as would be present—but I was able to cry…
So terribly has fear got the upper hand in my habitual feelings, from my long destitution of hope and joy…
I’ll tell you that I disenjoyed myself extremely; would have exchanged all the champagne in the cellar for a glass of Rodmell water; would have sent everybody flying with a kick…
