1 Hotel Oxford et Cambridge
2 Rue d’Alger
3 Paris
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5 No, dear old man, it’s not men that trouble me its middle class
6women that are so hard to understand & reconcile with a ^good^ God: I
7believe it can be done though!!! & will be by me mentally at last.
8I’ve found a nice poor little unreadable artist, a girl with nothing
9to live on, & we are going to see eachother every day. She’s very
10like my small Alice very much. I’m going to have Alice come to me
11for her Easter Holidays & take her up the Rhine & I’m going to look
12for a little village to settle down in for Spring & summer. Will you
13tell me what you think of my Prelude now, if it doesn’t come in the
14way of your work to read it, & send it on to Mrs Brown, 66 Bank Parade,
15 Burnly as soon as you’ve done You’re a great fool if you don’t
16see that it’s nice. I’ll love to see George Adam’s little one.
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18 P I’m so anxious for more Towards Democracy. The little bit in W.P.P.
19 was quite up to mark.
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21 I’ve got a little Socialist dream but you’ll all say again it’s
22not up to mark because it’s all about God. How can I help writing
23about God when there’s nothing else in heaven or earth that I love &
24cling to If anyone can give me another name for him ^it^ I’ll use it.
25I went to the morgue the other day & saw three of our brothers sitting
26there on the marble slabs. I should have gone mad if I hadn’t
27realized that they were only little drops of it divided & spilt for a
28while to be taken up again, & pass into it. I wanted so to go behind &
29wash them & dress them & lay them out & kiss them & put flowers by
30them. I shall never go again because I can’t do anything. Do you
31know the people were standing there & laughing.
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33 //One ^of the three a^ young man had a pure white shirt cuff with a gold
34stud in it which he fastened in the morning. The other was a man a
35working man of 45 or 50 with beautiful delicate features: (he had been
36hungry & cold so often you could see that in the face) but there was
37such a beautiful smile on them, the face lighted up as I’ve never
38seen a dead face – "This is rest at last!" I couldn’t look at the
39third one. Edward, isn’t it strange that we run each other down like
40that that we can’t make life worth living to each other? I wonder if
41people will believe in two thousand years time in that morgue & the
42three men sitting there & the people laughing. Don’t trouble to
43write except a card to say you’ve got Prelude.
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45 Yours,
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