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play which she will do her utmost to
ruin, whom shall have to hatter, to con-
ciliate, to befriend on occasion when she
is about to run violently \down a steep
place into the sea. Stella, fhow could you,
how could you? What mNcrometer could
measure the shallowness that prevents you
from knowing what you have done? Even
II had been secretly bored to distraction
I would have stayed on in) fire rather than
have dealt you the enormous blow of de-
sorting you. But at least the order of ma
ture is restored in my imagination. 1t is
I who cared, you who didnt. That is as
becomes me. / no longer hook up to the
queen of heaven; tower mountainous to
the skies and see pretty little thing
wondering at me. How is 1t that this in
fnitesimal nothingness yeti drags at my
midriff and causes me strange pangs and
makes me write wild nonsense? oh, the
world itself is too light to carry the re-
proach you deserve You ARD more cruel
than child.
Enough, will go to bedl am still
sleepy. G. b. S."
10 Adelphi Terrace, w. c.,
18th August, 1913.
Il finished my play in TIME for lunch
to-day, punctually at half-pasA one 1t is
an old precept of mine: Do (your work,
and your sweetheart will neve}r have TOO
much Of you. How / have thrust work
between us lest l should plague you and
tire you out! And now am nd better OF
than If / had thrown everything to the
winds but temptation. FoolA Dupel
Dotard! Crybaby! Useless theAe letters;
the wound will not heal. g. B. s."
Ilfracombe Hotel
"Ilfracowbe.
'31st December, 1919
New Years. Eve. o night of All nights
In the year--of my most immemofsial year!
Do you remember last New YEARS. Eve?
am actually asking you-Do youl remem-
ber 1t?
WAS 1t anything to you except that you
were i'll and were determined to prevent
me from seeing the New Year daily in
with - and -? / remember It: it
tears me all to pieces; i believe wep were
both well then, and have been III ever
since For what is this senseless walking
about, this physical hardihood. this busi-
ness, this going to Paris to see the dead
dance, this cheese and ginger beer, this
repainting and repapering but disease, and
madness? On that last New Years Eve,
and all the ewes that went before It, there
was Eternity and Beauty; infinite, BOUND
less loveliness and content / think or II
with frightful yearning. with tragic
despair: for you have awakened the latent
tragedy in me, broken through my proud.
overbearing gayety that carried all the
tragedies of the world like feathers. AND
stuck them in my cap and laughed. And
If your part in It was an illusion, then II
am as lonely as God Therefore, you must
still be the Mother Of Angels to me, stilll
from time to time put on your divinity and
sit in the heavens with me. For that, with
all our assumed cleverness and picked up
arts to stave on the world, is all we two
are really At for Remember this always,
even when we are groveling, and racket
ing, and drudging: for in this remembrance
I am deeply faithful to you--faithful be-
yond all love- BE faithful to me in 1t and
/ will forgive you though you betray me
III everything else-forgive you, bless ycu.
honor you, and adore you. Super hanc
stellam will build my church.
&C. B. s."
18th March, 1917.
you have sent me half a letter. scrawled
in most uneducated manner. Send me
the rest and will answer 1t. What have
seems to be the last two sheets. Let me
have the first six. There are four depths OF
illiteracy, each deeper than the one be-
fore.
l. The illiteracy of Henry Irving.
g. The illiteracy of those illiterate
enough not to know that he was illiterate
g. The illiteracy OF those who have ne ser
read my works.
4. The illiteracy OF "Eliza,"s who couldn't
even read the end OF her own story.
There is only one person alive who 10
such a Monster of illiteracy as to combine
these four illiteracies in her single brain.
And /, the greatest living Master of Let
ters, made a Perfect Spectacle OF myself
with her before all Europe.
"G. B. s."