William Heinemann, But I hope you will come on Monday. You see I venture to watch over you. You are not so young now as to be treated as if you were the sublimely selfish first-lover of Few people know how moving a sunshiny day in mid-winter is; it sets all the summer veins pulsing, welling up blood from the heart in the great throb of the arteries, till the whole body is in a sort of melting ravishment, ready to take in every hint of colour and perfume and bodily touch. I hope you saw the splendid bar of crimson in the west, behind the trees.
ReviewingI see that it has been the most prosperous and the happiest in my life.
I am sadly conscious of my faults, dear Hamo! I speak of this for once only, because I am often deeply ashamed, and shall feel happier if it is understood between us that I perfectly well know my own ugly ways. But you must expect to find me excessively dull and spiritless on Monday.
I can say nothing but what is stupid.