April 22. Saturday.

Dear Fido,

Things march very well. My inside is better. Alice blew in yesterday in time for fresh tea. She talked much of her" mann ", he is eleven months younger, so as she seemd to have some feeling, thought slight, I told her to marty the one week they are the same age " and tell people, " I married a man exactly my own age. "

She is keen to come to Kenwin. Trydy called up last night.

I thought at first it was the Frau Doctor, and was so glad it was only Trude that I was affable, said you had been promised reservations for one day, then they said you must wait two extra days or go at once, due to some holiday trouble, she seemed to swallow it, sent all sorts of messages and remarked that her " mann " had also just left, all very obvious and boreing. Anyhow I think I made it oak.

I spent late hours with Mame Ethel S. , am re-reading parts, letters etc. , and will post on the two vols. via Klara , in a few days for the Mause. I have been amazingly pleased and excited, how odd we never ran across these tomes, you must discreetly pump V.H. when you see her. It is the V. H. generation. I am charmed and excited too.

Your letter was handed me at dinner last night, I had
it in hotel as it turned so bitter cold and Alice
stayed pretty late so I felt I just wanted to slunk here.
I screamed to myself over your reception and the
Queen jokes, the whole will be all over Wien. How
very unfortunate about the heat, it console me much,
however, for staying on here. Evidently as my uc-n
becosem happier, the outsied part of me gets more
restless, to be expected. The dreams have been very
clean and papa has embarassed me, by telling me I have a
rare type of mind he seldom meets with, in which thought
crystalizes out in dream in a very special way, very
funny but one is so used to the brutality of man-matter
vaa Angleterre, that it is more frightening to be told
intimate flatteries about one's brain than to have a
brick hurled. Funny he should get hold of that hackneyed
word" crystallized " that makes me so sick from States
reviewers. Anyhow ... it seems to march.

Funny, nothing like a germ in the behind to make
one dull and my letters have been that. But I am all on
fire regarding future, read the Star book, and am
still making half a vol. of E.S. last over to-day.
I have then always Geram to turn to.

Enclosed for Dawg, (if I get it written.) Love to
Buss and forgive this. More later. Love all round,
sympathies for busted gadjets...
( they have
the heat off here, if that is any consolataion. Why ? When
it is colder than since I came ? )

Thank you for "seed."

Sunday, April 23.

I read Smythe late into the night. I will post
back to you in a few days. I am going over the letters,
some of which I skipped. I find Meriel Talbot, who was
the head of their cricket club, was the old Hellenic,
now Dame Meriel who used to amuse me, and whose name
Canon W. shouted out in the theatre of Epidaurus with
tow or three other " delinquents " who were to " repprt"
about something. Dame M. said loudly, " of all the
cheek, " to Allington who wagged a forefinger and
said, " now what have you been up to, Meriel? " I think
Dame Ethel must have known all of them, comes right out
of their midst, then went on that way ... really most

" psychological " as the Pup would say. We must find out
from V.H. where she is now. Maybe she is an old bore ...
possibly. Anyhow, the books are a revelation. Do you
know who the H.B is? I mean, have you read Harry Brewster
" In Prison " or whatever it is, that he raves about
so? A sort of hanger-on of the Henry James tradition,
I imagine. Anyhow find and report any " dirt ". Her

list of lady-friends is almost as fabulous as old Mrs.
Chirons, only these all seem to have been astonishingly
interesting and beautiful and worldly. Funny. I
have enjoyed every word. She is a sort of ancient Bryher
cum Mrs. Chiron, plus something else all on her own.
What actual "dirt" does N.D. know ?

I feel better but have a germ in my tummy, one of those
things that wears off only with time, two more days, I
think will see the end of it. It is terribly cold, and no
heat indoors, but I feel there MUST be a change soon and
anyhow I will soon be feeling better and will get back to
shooping again.

The people next door switch on to various 2.
concerts and operas so I will say I have been
hearing a lot of music in Vienna which is near-true.

Papa showed me a poster he had from
Japan, a celebration of his 77 birthday. The Japanese
cicle is only a few years old. Do you know anything of it ?

There have as yet been no translations of their
original comments, though papa showed me a row of his rwork
works , donein @ Japanese, rather funny. What do you know
of the branch ? His birthday is on May 6, I believe.

Do, do, do write me, what I am to do about it ?
It is a Sat. I suppose he will have the day off."
Am I supposed to send a pair of blumes ???? Its all so
awkward and shy-making, in the midst of ones own work.

We talked of the London group and

Chaddie. I won't quote but it is as you might imagine
with him. He wants me to talk of C. as
evidently her sadism in hospital shocked me, as I wanted
1). Well... well... these little
excrescences. Alice ranted about C. one day. Why did C. so
upset HER ???? She Papa seemed impressed with my
comment that ps-a had grown like a weed in America and
like some hybrid transplanted flower in England, where it
took on quite other definition from the soil. Well, I
think more and more, we must establish in time, the Bryher
Freemason Universal group or something of that sort.
There is time and there will be some sort of actual
opportunity. Be careful what you say about what I say
HE says. You know. He thinks the Indian contingent is
perhaps the words of them all.

3.
Papa had a long, long, long letter from N.D.
which he handed me to read, I glanced only at one
par. They seem to be getting on famously. I
have not yet had comment on the vol., nor yet written
N.D. When you write, will you just say I got it, it is
so awkward, as I must say F. has it, and has not spoken to
me of it, but I will try my best to write him in
a few days.

I have become very stupid, only I will get out next week,
across the other side. I have not been once there, since you
left. Let me know howex is and the boy, and Pup and
the cat. And the Queen. Love to Mouse. I hope she is
settled in nicely. Give her some message and say I miss her
the
over he samavar.

I got the two registered letters, most helpful and the
5 s. note in the last. Thank you so much. Do you
want me to get actual Alional, or did you only mention it
vaguely? I jotted down "alional" on a scrap of
paper, think you must have asked me to get some. Let me
know.
Well, much, much, much love all round. I do appreciate all
you write, just anything and everything.

People are beginning to march-past again. I don't know what
its all about. There was one last night, and now this morning,
they are streaming across the square, half-rowdy, but I
can't make out ... always tiresome these mysterious
demonstrations...

Monday, April 24.

Dear Flea,

No letter yesterday, Sunday, and none to-day, though maybe,
later. Anyhow, I feel as if I had dropped a stitch,
especially as one came through from Mouse as per usual
this morning. I hope Kenwin has not blown up, nor anything
dire happened, anyhow... I am sure to be rewarded later,
for my wait, as there will be such an accumulation
of detail. I mention this chiefly, as it makes my mood
somewhat vague. My germ is still rongé-ing a bit but
I ma taking brandy with bi-carb. It is simply the
old back-wash, it always ends in my tummy and makes me dull.
Otherwise all well. It is horribly cold, and I made that
the excuse to stay in all day yesterday, I am getting lazy,
take meal in at night, as you remarked it is no more
expensive and I have become wedded to my three huge vols.
and the Star book, all co-ordinates, the gods and star-
names and the reading matter of the Greek books, is
good and helpful, long quotes from classics (unprintable)
and even they durst not translate, but at a critical
moment put 69 into Latin or Greek ... why ????.........
I suppose some relic of a censor, as this work I imagine
is pseudo-scientific and art. It is a real, real treasure.
I do not know that I want Rvr to have it and make fun, as I
take it all solemnly as religious rites, and muhh comes
up now in dreams... papa says I have advanced strangely
and always seems interested in the " peculiar clarity "
of my uc-n "findings. " I don't think at all of
the work, simply take papa as an after-noon call and it has
been more dope-ful than ever except for this dire germ.
I am so glad you got off when you did, so very, very glad,
as we had such a good Co fiote time, and then it turned

bitter, bitter cold ... or maybe my germ makes me more
susceptable. But all is good, for I never am
lost for a minut, am deep in German, in stær-lore,
and found Ethyl Smyyythe most dame-ful and funny. I am
taking the vols. to-day or after, to Klara to do up for
Mouse. I will answer the M. in a few days, tell
her if you call up! or see her. Do not return the encloseds,
destroy both. Chaddie ... in her witch-hole, taking
of Delphi ... but I always have maintained she is a good
window-dresser!

Please give much, much, much love to Rover. I will
write later to him again. Love to Peter and Peter-Puss
Perdita.

Thanks always for everything ... and for vols. and papa
in particular.

Tues. April 25.

Through a judicious imbibing of brandy and bi-carb, I feel I have turned the corner. I went to Klara to have the two books send yesterday, and she met me, pointing at her throat, so as she has such a throat, I suppose this is just a local germ. Anyhow, after phobeing half the night, I feel better. Am much upset in the uc-n, over the move of papa, contemplated in a week, to the " country " wherever in the wilds that may be. Its very upsetting, but as yesterday last night, I almost died, and told him I would rather go to London or Athens, than to the " country, " I have come to ten conclusion that its some sort of dire birth-phobia. Anyhow, I will talk it over this afternoon.

I had your letter in the afternoon, yesterday, and I suppose to-day the same, so I put off answering to get the two ryhhms nearer, as I am always answering an old letter and telling you stale news now.

I just looked at
Seed this morning, your poems come up very well indeed,
but what a rotten little muchroom it is really.

I think the thing most detrimental to poetry is one
relatives reading it, but when it is someone else in
question, it is merely funny. I wonder what the antique
made of them really.

Give much love to Rover. And to Puss. I have been
simply wallowing in the star-book. It is very
helpful and may eventually lead to something
possibly creative.

I had dream that I took
a paper-bag of sweet from papa to a child he told me
was Saint Margaret, he congratulated me on the " paper
bag" finding, a new one on him, uterus symbol, but he
is going silly trying to get why Saint Margaret. I

["got it to jealousy and resentment against \"Dorothy\"².", "Birlingham, as I told papa to English-speaking, the\ntwo names were almost twins in association. He is\nhalf satisfied, but is to go on this afternoon.", "Evidently I was afraid of becoming pregnant by\npapa Freud; funny ????uber? But no Freud-cat,\nesoteric\nor Yo-fi, I can assure you, will be stranded on\nyour front door step like the last one, vintage 1919.", "I am amused by the two\ndogs, or the dog and it $shadow of a dog. yes ... uc-n,", "I hope is coming to heel a bit... but I am so\nterribly home-sick now. What do you hear from your people,\nregarding their visit to Kenwin ? Or your visit to\nHaudley ???? Please tell me what to do about Sat.,\nMay 6th, the 77 day of papa-Freud ????uberuberuberuberuberuber

Wed. April 26.

I send the two friends NOT in a catt-y spirit. Buuut the chiffon, I send with a true scorpion-cat stigg in the tail ... with apologies to Patou, model 1924 circa. Anyhow, it was great furn. The sun is glorious, and I swep out early, to Cooks, then up the Graben, on the way back, I was tempted, and see enclosed, fell. I got a scarf in the lovely shop and orfdered a frame for pa-pa in the other. The place now is too, too miraculous, little tables out, and the sun to-day, almost hooooot. I am still sniffing but o, o, o, to be out of that terrible Siberia again. I will post two more pictures to-morrow... when Fido has begged prettily for some more.

I said to the old bitch in the shop, " I will some more die picture for my friend of the) Bergner , haben. "

She snapped, " DIE Bergner ???? D E R Bergner. "

Soooo-oo now , we know.

Had a terrible ¼ hour yesterday, as papa wants to get rid of two chows, one of those big ones is also his, they have now 5 dogs. He does not think he can keep the boy-twin, (the girl-twin, FO, is bigger and he likes it better.) He asked me most pointedly what kind of a garden we had, and how many dogs " already". I told him our problem ... and also of Peter and the monkeys ... I may be mewing up the wrong tree, but I have a vague hunch, he is sentimentally inclined to offer us the unwanted male twin . What do you think of it ?????

Wed. evening.

Dawg and Dogggg.
Dandog.

The worst has happened.

Will you please put your two heads together.

I feel like the Virgin Mary at the entrance of the dove.
Pa-pa has offered us one of Yo-fi's pups. What will we
do about it ?XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX?

It appears people with gardens don't want dogs and
he wants the pup to have a garden and so on and so on. He
says " we of our circle, have decided that it would be
best to offer one of the puppies to Perdita. " Now I do not
think " our circle " has anything to do with it, and I
do think we better keep the puppy in our own hands,
as I did not mention Peter and anyhow this will be a
delicate little creature, very esoteric, and more our
cup of tea. But, but, but .... I do not want the
responsibility so said if the puppy were strong enough to
make the trip! Yes. He said at once that the puppy would be
by the time I went and so on, and I am to have a special
séance with the old dame at that farm and so on. Its just
too Gawd-awful, like being the B.V. all at once
and forever .... ( how Buddy will laugh, and its all
Mouse
~~is~~ to be chief high
due to his dog-bima. )
protest as she knows about pups. 0, 0, 0, ! I am
just rushing this out as I am so very over-come, do, do
write me something of some comfort. And by the way, papa
has no good Chinese book of NAMES. How about your
posting out, the vol. on Chinese legends, if you don't
mind, as soon as you can. One might find something good for
his birthday, but please YOU do it, as I am going to bits
over May 6, it has all come up in analysis, some
shock after the war, merged in with his 77 day

Rever, will you please take some
picture of the garden, the steps, the
rocaille and so on ... as I want some for
myself and also to show. Fido, if you
can find any old ones too, do, do send to
a deistressed KAT.

2.

He wants names of goddesses and so on, to find a
name for the pups. O, O, O. Fido, why have you gone
and got me in this awful mess ???? I feel pregnant.
I feel Fido is cruelly and sadistically laughing,
howling ... and I feel Rover is concerned: one, for the
Kat, two, for his own bowl of mash ... three for his
own flower borders and his more than exquisite tail.
I feel on the whole that Rover is more sympathetic at
this moment, as Fido is having a sadist explosion and is
HAPPY at my plight.

Two letters came with Alice over tea, and I fortunately
was able to hand them over to her to read, one from Pup,
thank her and don't tell her the little Chow is for her...
say for the HOUSE, you know. I am so terribly upset.
I will answer more calmly to-morrow if the Lord spares
me.

Please write, don't wire Freud, " yes as I am not
sure it would be feasible. Its all you, you, you, Fido.
Now Fido ... O, please I feel so very about-to-deliver.

Somebody

help

help

send first-air advise,

0, 0, 0.

Love and fears ... please write to

Be a kind Rover. " Blessings. "

Thursday.

Thank you so much. Enclosed needs no comment, would make an excellent story, **IS** an excellent story. The few pages sent me more or less cover the same ground.

I spent morning in shops as now I know what I want for papa's 77, but am told I can not get it here. But it is something within my means but comes out of a dream and simplyfies my inner life anyway. I will write you later if I have luck, if not will ask you perhaps to get on the job, your end. Fear it will have to wait till London, a special image from China probably. Well ... Fido, I do so thank you for the last letters. It sounds so very thrilling, all of Kenwin, after all, you are with one another and dirt and the Q and the Pus and Peter. I had horrible dreams last night, I suppose the puppy equates death, impregnation and so on. Papa is much interested now in the way the Star book has come in

and glitters all over when I get to Taurus ... pretends he knows nothing about the tradition and bust himself when I said Venus was the ruler of his " house. " So again, I am contributing to the gayety of nations.

I wrote Buddy for his birthday, so feel rather limp.
Thanks so very much for the news-papers. Should the
enclosed for April 23, Times, be taken seriously ? I am
not taking the paper around, there is nothing of special
interest. All the others are appreciated, I gave some odds
and ends to Alice. I think she is just waiting for your
note, and is ready to leap onto a cow-catcher and hit the
long trail for Kenwin.
I handed her over Chaddies
letter, he almost burst, it will be good for her un-c. How
very delightful to hear that the grapes dear Fido, and
via
the Princess B., are so excruciating and contentinally

Thurs. evening.

Thank you so much for letter and enclosed dope.
Letters are now coming fast and furiously, I don't know the
reason for that hold-up, but it was awful. I am as a matter
of fact, now getting very, very sick of ps-a. I think
that happens. I love papa. I love a M he has done. But I
have lately been in a state of cerebral intensity, hard to
keep up, and just so terribly want the ordinary come and
go, our meals together, the cat, Puss, the garden, the apes.
I am getting so terribly home-sick. Yes, do, do have A.
at once, she is a menace to Vienna, tugging at the lead,
begging me for news, and what do I think you think of her
coming and so on. Let her have my mom, so much better, next
the Quex too, and K. will find her utterly changed, she
is now engaged, has her Mann, declares that ps-a is
uncanny and so on and so on, all the time, in one huge
breath. Her birthday is May 17, maybe she wants to
get back here for it, but I think chiefly she wants to come
I saw her yesterday, she will blow in again soon. Please
settle it and have her and in my room, she is oak now,
and very devoted to Kenwin, was all twisted before and
thwarted. Kenwin is the breath of life to her really.
We chewed over every word of the letter you wrote her
and Puss's to me, tell Puss.

Now I had a long "historical" dram two nights back, at
least F. calls it that. Apparently it has broken the back
of the analysis, or that is how I feel. Every detail
was and is terribly distinct like a story in a book
or a dream by some stranger in the ps-a journal. We
have been three days on it, papa purring and snoting as
he comes out big as a consequence, the heavy sun-god in exsile.

I will jot down the outline to-day or to-morrow, just

glance it over at your leisure as you do Buddys 2.

dreams. They probably will put off moving a day or
so as they do not want to collide with May I. That
is Monday. But papa says it is easy to get to, and,
from my dream I apparently look upon this too as a turning
point, plus his birthday, the end of the same week.
Well... after that, all I can say, think, feel or
breathe is HOME. I have Heim weih, I want to go
ho-ooo-me. I can't bear it much longer, I
don't see how, unless you happen to come I can stick over
in June. Papasaid the other day he thought my own time
was limited. I told him no, it as simply that we had
had orders in the beginning that he himself was busy,
he now more or less implies that he can keep me on
indefinitely ... well, not quite. But I suppose I am
a change from what he gets and apparently " our circle"
approves of me. But I don't know, Fido. I simply do
NOT. You see I am battered now and sick for you all.
But I will leave it open for the moment. I am sorry about
London, can only hope at the very last, mama may relent,
or they may come Paris, while might, in a way, be funny.

By the way, papa said
to-day, that your letters were so charming, like
letters from someone he had known for years, all open
and gay and amusing though, he said, " I often do not
understand. Now who, may I ask you, for instance, is
THE DRAGON ? "
I let
out one yell, so now you see the old quin has sneaked
up into my ps-a hour. I simply said she was one of
those antedeluvian "ladies " that one finds only in
England, the Kenwin house-keeper. He loved the word
antedeluvian and kept chewing it over, under his

3.

whisker.

Tell K. of course, he shall have the books. I am
ready to give him the Chinese coat and the type-
writer as well provided only I have a mat secure in
Kenwin. You have no idea how its blessings loom
up now.

Alice keeps lauding the place too. Poor girl. I gave
her some awful old, old things. She wept and sobbed, she
had never seen such cloth, she had never had a hat before
nor a silk scarf and so on. She and Klara have wept
buckets and are each wearing one dress, two from 4
years back, a green tweddly stuff and a grey , you
remember. Also some dire hats and old Uniprix and
Lausanne scarves... as I am so happy with the ones you
got me and got one more at that shop and they have spoled
me.

Alice will bring a few books and maybe some soap!

2.

All papers are now being fought over by three camps, the
Freuds, the Moderns and the Turtles. I had a long
talk with papa, and he said he could not accept a present
from me, until the analysis was over, so I think I won't
even take him flowers, it lets me out anyhow.

I told him I **KNEW** what I would get him, so that is
that. I notice he always sniffs to see if I have brought
a paper but he does not ever refer to them, so I think
to tease him, I won't take any for a bit, as the old TURTLE/
lady-turtles want them anyhow. There is not,
at the moment a great deal, just the usual about Berlin.
Also, I meant to send you but sent to Turtles, the

account of a big earth-quake in the Greek islands. I am
so happy Pupis back. Sometimes, you know those
quakes cause tidal-waves and there is all sorts of
damage at sea. There were some hundred or so killed,
in some of the islands, Naxos etc., I believe, but it
calmed down at Rhodes. But I am glad pup is back. Tell
her. She would probably have loved it. But maybe you too,
have seen all this.

I had more dream of the "house" sequence, you and me
gathering roses from enormous trees in an old garden. We
climb on a wall, as we near a wing of the house, and you
jump down. I cling to my roses and stay ON THE WALL.
There are two elderly gents, Bernard Shaw and
Cunninghame Grahame... and I am afraid they will
scold me for stealing the roses. You say they won't
mind. Evidently the gents are fathers, the roses,
the big house set back in the enchanted
garden, "mother" in general. Its all like that
now... it has bifled down to the sun and moon and
myself a wandering planet... terribly exciting and keeps
papa purring like mad.

This is positively the last appearance of der Begruber, for the present anyhow. The old dame is going to so some new ones especially for me in about two weeks... but enough for the present. Did you see the Tatler ones ???? but enough for the present. Did

April 28.

I was shown your letter this morning, but fear I am a little
un-excited, as I am so terribly homesick. I think papa
was surprised as I said a day or so ago, " I will stay as
long as you will keep me. " Anyhow, one can't bicker
in ps-a ... it appears my wish to leave him is linked up
with the long dream sequence which I will enclose or in
part enclose. It is dark and thunder-y. I will of
course go to Mrs. B., unless at the last it is too
stormy, anyhow, I will call her up. Thank you so
terribly for the extra time with papa, but at the moment,
you see how I feel. O, only for a half hour of you
all... thank you for them papers.

It seems to be it would be better, on the whole, to
keep the queen until her time is more or less, up.

Another person might turn out another queen. I know
how the " colony " feel but its a choice of two evils.

For my part, I would say, keep her.

I have terrible cramp, due to dreams ... see enclosed.

Its all right about papa's present, he told me to-day
he could not accept it anyhow, even if I did find it. I
will get it later, for his 77 day.

We are to have the male chow-chow, I imagine, as he does
not want the male as Wold tears at any other male.

Its seems taken-for-granted that we are to have the
boy-twin.

Sunday, April 30.

Enclosed to Puss, please read. The old sick-Turtle told me a long story about narcissus, how she could not stand it in the room; then I heard from you, so was a little abashed at the idea of tackling papa, but when I went yesterday, there was the box, open but unpacked, in front of his Buddah. I told him the story of the old she-turtle, and he sobbed and said, "ah... how strange when this is almost my favourite scent, almost, if not quite, my favourite flower. It is the poet-narcissus." He went on sobbing over the box, just such had grown all around their little house at Aus-see(?) ... just such in meadow, a wet meadow, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ... he then embarked on another long story of the one other only flower, which was possibly the gardenia, ah, ah, when he was in Rome, so many years ago, he, the august papa, had one a day, yes, to wear, a gardenia, it cost only about 30 groschen, ah, ah ... if there could be ONE flower dearer to him than the narcissus, ah, it was the gardenia, it had a strange scent, more lovely, if possibly possible, than narcissus ... but those TWO, ah those two ... ah, the rain-loving narcissus (which I interpolated) ah the poets rapture, ah youht, ah, etcetera. Well... you do seem to have a most dynamic way of busting into his uc-n.

Now also, let me tell you that I have arranged an altar on the marble shelf of my book-stand and bureau, narcissus in two jars, Fido on side, papa the other and J.C., from a catacomb drawing, in the middle. It is all to wonder-making, and last night, I DID cry a bit. I am sorry to be such a ass, but I am so homesick.

I went to the gallery this morning, there I was very happy. Papa has all sorts of ideas about my coming to-morrow, may-day, there is some special verboten lest there be str-