Tuesday.

I seem to do nothing now but to wait for dog-letters and to
write dog-letters. One this morning ... all my glilove
and sympathy. I am sorry the poor H. was thwarted. Why ????_????_?
Could you have not had another private view with Br at the
typewriter ?????. I think of you a l.... and do think of you
so tenderly. You will laugh to hear that last night I had two
hours solid camera-vision. I worked my little lantern whieh
by the way, has a very nice lense. I payd not quite a pound for it, as

I thought one of those toy ones would be only a temp. thing. This
has a lovely lense and projects a clear round square of bright light.
The screen is bigger than our at Territet. It looks lovely on my
wall, better than a sheet. Then I pushed and poked in bits of the
film ... only the light ones came up well, so I went over the
10000 tiny stam-sized scraps I had and picked all the best ones of those
and the bigger slips to show when people come. Some of the shots
make the most exquisite stills that way. Then I have time to
" study " them properly. Certainly I am not a specialist ( eat
scarsasm ) butttttttt ... I know what good AHRT is when I see it. I
know what gets me, what I get a kerk from ... and as Pabst said" I
do not ofen look at stills ... but I would have stopped to kerk
at these whever I had seen them. " There is some lovely quality of
vision and a very king-projection of light. I was quite stupified and
staggered into bed about 10 for a change, and tossed through the
night ... I had a lot of visual sensation ... and for the first time, I
let the full reality of "BEEEErlin sweep and swoon over me and drown me.

... with memories of those white and blue small lilies
about running water and the sound of the moo and the boo and the baa and the
wuff and the purr and the growl and the barl, the Zoo had all the
strength and swetnes down beneath...." out of the strong comes
fouth sweetnes" must have been written for and about
Germany.

Cole is coming to lunch tomorrow and I have asked Eileen to tea, so
now things will be speeding up a bit and I may have some real " dirt "
to write you. My room is gay with that old Berlin

to write you.
Rover you got Pup sitting on my papers and the basket of carnations Lady
E. sent me. They perk out of their gold dish like a lot of little
" Neues Vogel Haus " perky little flingoes for paroquetes.

That place is sheer dope ... I know I would have to leave it.