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Wed. just back.

UNTERGRUNDBAHN — STRASSENBAHN

Darling DOGANDDOG!!!!!

Not yet 3 ... and I am back, already having had enough adventures to fill a novel. Streets all grey and then suddenly a little meagre Christmas tree on a coster-mongers barrow, hung with about three balls, a tiny trickle of dim tinsel and white caddles gone just a little bit grey. O', it made my heart ache, so like a little corner from one of the Dog's new scenario-novel. All those people in the scenario-novel are so terribly dear to me ... just like that little Christmas tree in the wet north-grey street and the usual crowds that here aren't the usual crowds. If ever there was a "people" it is the German "people." People means something when you prefix it with DEUTCHES. Then the taxi man told me in friendly German that really it was high time I learned not to say Kurfurstendamstrasse ecke Geisbergstrasse. Didn't I realize it was Kurfurst-ecke-Geis. Please note that for further use. Then I got out and plunged into Gloria Palast, drawn in in spite of myself by lurid pasteboard Greek pillasters in the worst of taste that they were in the very act of nailing up. I picked my cat-way through lathes and boards and bits of Helen in profile and asked for a ticket. I got a rather

left. The trunk is on the floor ... and that is all the
difference. You really have NOT left . If I had a tiny flat here, I
am sure you would be always " with me ", nearer far even when you
were in London, that you are when I am in London and you too. I think
we seem to have wasted a good deal of time ... but there must be a rea
reason. I say there must be a reason .. it wasn't " time " or something

I did some " independant action " shopping ... I saw a volume
on the " failings " of the late King Edward which I just
didn't buy. It psycho-analyzed him and each of his political
moves in turn ... all this ppint of view is so refreshing ... and
another book on Greek-America, or America is Greece or something ...
with parallel photographs of sky-scrapers and acropolis-eeesss and
bits of scenery and bits of scenery ... all very far-fetched and
yet the point of view is entrancing. They HAVE points of view ...
O , my darlings, be good and whatever you do, keep well. Just hang on.

Please, PLEASE see that BIGDOG has NO old letters in his
pockets ... you know. I meant again to ask him and then
of course sub-conscious made me forget ... for the whole experience
brought me near to you both, brought us into some exquisite
psychic rapport and certainly brought me to my senses as far as
London is concerned ... it was ALL FOR THE GOOD. And, O your
tenderness and sweetness, will always now be apart of my life and I
don't want playing about with any Affairs and things, old or new
fashioned though it may be. I am getting a real old cat, it wants
its mat, its dish, its owners ...

This

is just a little note of farewell and of welcome for it is already
welcome back to Suisse, now you have left here. Keep well and

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Thursday morning.

13. 12. 28.

I had a most exciting little dinner in the ROBERT place just below Kampinski. It is highly recommended for a change from downstairs, had chicken and rice soup, a wonderful Hungarian goulash, fruit and coffee and beer. The " bunch " sat around the wall on chairs at a counter and had cocktails that looked wonderful, but being alone, I did not indulge. I will probably go there to night. Then went on to Heiden which was most amusing. Lewis Stone for a change in a comic role, was not unpleasing. The Corda was very beautiful in a candy-box sort of manner but managed to wear her chitons and latest Ionian Addie gowns with a real sense of " style " of the period. Ricorda Cortez, done up in ballet Greek style and driving the four white horses of Ban Hur was sufficiently decorative. The satire on war was most apropos and pleasing ... I may possibly go again as it was pleasant candy-box dope stuff, lights and lights and built up scenes, and light on cloth and shimmer of metal, all in the best Hipparchia style popularized ... and not offensive because made with the tang of satire. If it had been serious ... it would have been pompous and inexcusable. Hollywood is good with its tongue in its cheek... audience most appreciative and a speech afterwards by a portly enormous rotund gent who said Germany alone could appreciate Frau Corda and that, so far, so far, soon she would be directed properly away from Hollywood. Etc. Etc. I have my doubts. I think

Hollywood is her glory.

No news ... except a grove of Tannenbaums has sprouted in front of
the downstairs cafee. Also huge mauvis-gout posters are
pasted on all the Carlton windows to the effect that we must book out
Silvester abend tables at once, with connucopias spilling everything
the Cornupias sprout at this season. Trees are beginning to
line up the roadways, Ranke and Pheasant and the Valley of
Jacob. I feel all we need is an elk or two. There seems to me
to be a sort of Elk spirit here, I would never be surprised to meet
one of you, doing his way in front of any shop window and
nobody taking the least notice. There is this new living background,
not the dead-alive but the Live-dead. There is no "dead" in
that sense in Germany. Candle everywhere ... they grow
redder and whiter and squater and more suggestive ... and the
show does not melt but powders down every so glittering-like
over everything.

It is very early and I am only just up... but am going to the P.O.
to send out my Close Up's and get some stamps and will drop this.

I hard from Ezra that that Press is setting up my
poem. Your little letter touched me deeply ... I did
not send you and dog greetings ... as I didn't, at the time,
trust myself to believe in your going to the extent of dropping a
pre-letter in the post box. By the way, don't scold me if there are
any things for you on the stairs at 2169. You told me the
post man had been informed of move ... but at last moment,
there may have been some things and I did not think about it.
Look on the stairs for any revealed circulars...
My flowers are lovely and the Sat. Eve. Post has been of most
sabubrious comfort ... love and love and love. I will try. to
write later so will just post this with kisses. O my darlings. I
wait to hear of your return and all adventures. Keep well and
DOPE freely. Kisses from an old wiskered

Monday.

I hope you don't think I am a slacker kitten for not having written about Russian films etc. I was so overpowered at first ... then got back here and really after the over stimulation, I was glad just to slunk a little. Then I began on papers ... now last night I saw P. Frederick in Mumsie and rotten as it was, there were bits that were more Russian than Hollywood, if you know what I mean. It was very, very odd. If the lighting had been better and the thing had not had that "stage" atmosphere now and again that the Anglais can NOT get away from ... it might really have been A film. This was very funny and gave me a funny feeling ... that In England, OUT of England, there is this real depth and not the Hollywood splither really. That In England and OUT of England something might really come. The producer is some bum, Harvey Wilcox or something like that. I would like to see one of his company, for there was something straight about it and the war bits, the air raid better than any of the sort at all. Bombs did explode, none of that swept up Park on Sunday atmosphere that they gave to Mons and those other dud war films ... Story as usual pretty punk but not so bad... Frederick is a French woman married to a Dane in a little provincial French town. The usual thing ... war comes, the sons are exempt, but one and two girls work and the mother of course. The other boy goes to Monte and gambles ... usual thing ... looses money, German lends him money, he enters spy service and so on. Usual bunk. At the last he turns into a hero and as he has to be shot anyway... does a gallant rescue of some papers etc. and dies. Frederick remarks in FRENCH c'est la Guerre. And so on. But just SOMETHING. Here and there, she rocks in a rocking chair and knits ... they all go into the cellar for raid and that is quite good... but perhaps it is Frederick, she is so good. Better, Dog than int that last bum thing we saw... of course she is Mumsie and doesn't tie her throat up in chiffon and achieves a young middle aged sweeney like a real full blown sweet rose...

NOW I have your letters ... mein Gott. I AM glad I left. I could never have lived through the monkey Pabst acute glare and criticism. I am glad Herr P. got the quality, of course he would. I don't mean ME. He didn't dare flatter K. and Buddy... I am sure it is never done to the face so to speak. You were both there and so he felt secure in saying ACCCCCCH Madame H.D. "ever-the-less ... I am much impressed with myself and in time maybe can do a real bang up relitic thing. I think NEXT year you should stage the monkey P. or Eileen or someone. I don't know that I want to act on the next one ... there is so very much to do and I will have to help manage, I will want to help manage. I am really good at it and would learn more and be more useful managing. I am GLAD he liked the set but somehow, that set IS real. I have said so, so very, very often. It gives out light like a flower or a moth. It is living in itself. Miss Llewys saw that, AM so glad he "got" the little Llewys. No doubt he was immensely impressed with Buddy and with K. especially but somehow it is more polite AND more politic to praise the one who

is not there, especially if it is older and a vvvoman.
Cheeeeeeres!!!!!!!

DOG, I pat thee ...

I love mama's letter. I feel very slimy having left and having written,
3 times, saying "I lof London." I have been at great pains not to
be the scape goat. "et "errP. be that. It won't hurt him and you can
always prove alibi-s and things, rushing to Berlin, to Paris, to
Los Angeles to see him. Well... I AM pleased withthe film. I
feel at least, SOMETHING has been worthily accomplished ... and O, I
AM impressed with Close Up. Mrs. M. gave me one and yours has just come,
many thanks. And Fido, the cutting on Bryher is so, so good and real
and you are making your little dog bristles really felt in the work,
good little Herrnhuter.

Now I was again called up by Oppie ... O my God. Will you give me the
names of the Dutch portrait painters of about 1400 ... he wants the
name of someone out of the usual ... you know big D. , look one up, the
sort of quatrocento done in Dutch, for her herione who is half
Dutch, half Jew, and if I say I wrote you, it is off my chest ...
it is just an excuse to call up... wehad a raging time but ... NOT ...
THAAAAAT. We just talked and talked AND talked ... at least SHE did...
most stimulating ... but unrepeatable. DO send me a set
of Dutch p.c.s. or send me some quato cento Dutch names " something
Sitwellian you know, out of the ordinary ... I MUST have the right
one. "

I Am delighted with Close Up and all the letters you sent . . . Fido.
And darling BIG DOG, what a good big Rover to wag and thump his tail
so nicely, the KTN was getting flurried, thought Rover was out
after Alley KTS not nize basket cats with wonderful
ribbons and " that cat whispher its chiskers too much but it is
a strooong Kat-karacter catress and how good it iss, Herr M. on
your film " because he wanted to flatter you to do YOU or the
monkey or something ... it was just politic politesse ... all the
same is licking its front paw like anything and making cat mews in its
furry gullet.

Love ... darling nd darling , dog and dog. I willsee Veidt or
Warning: shadows today. Eileen comes to tea. Love again,

No Close Up bound arrived, sorry.

Won't Buddy come and have a bone with you Wed. ??_??I should love to have Jim and the bone will be ready for all.

WED.

15-8-28

I am very perturbed and very happy ... someone from the so to speak " machine " has descended in glory oh Close Up office and informed Mrs. Macpherson that he wants to push your film through in the cinemas here, that he has influence and wants immediate details of everything. He is supposed to call me up or come to see me though has not yet done so. Mrs. M. has been here holding my hand and both of us screaming the one louder than the other " Kenneth is BOUND to succeed. " It appears the gent has followed Close Up and it appears that said "K.M" has been being discussed and " followed " by various peoples for some time. " Has he made any definite arrangements and so on and so on. "

I don't of course know what this Prince and Cinderalla story means but it means something ... and anyhow Olgivie is all over the place with long letters asking your advice about his next years bills. He was so " chere Maitre-ish " about it that I was called up the office this morning to explain that Herr M. was out of town and that he would be back and that he would talk over the thing with Mr. O on his return. It would take a volume to answer that letter which I will not enclose as it will be lost I am afraid ... as I don't in the least know where you are and am sending this to the Hotel at Hamburg on a chance. All this is rather awkward as the film should be held in readiness to send to England if need be. I am very upset about this and only can hope the gent will call me up and then I can wire you some definite news. I shall probably wire you anyhow. But it is upsetting JUST as you are about to leave. I think the Close Up office has given people the idea that you are serious and DO want to link up with things here. I feel it all the time and I know that K. now is secure. It is a marvelous feeling ..