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  1. 65312310 - not-logged-in-407e6d3cc9172ff71b47
  2. 65320952 - rcohn
  3. 65326137 - not-logged-in-2058433c12149481752a
  4. 65326859 - not-logged-in-8b4bdbd2c1a6b0be0f29
  5. 65336606 - kereilly
  6. WINNER - 65457095 - southsidesunny

65312310 - not-logged-in-407e6d3cc9172ff71b47

22 x 1948 Wimbledon.

Dearest Sylvia,

I am happy to have your letter and it contains, at last, a drawing. I take such pleasure in your sketches, even the slightest and this is no exception. It is rough and luminous. Thank you for it. And how I long to see again the picture it vividly recreates though it has never left my mind's eye. Your cool additions to it conjure up delicious images. I shall hunt out a damson tree and examine it, if not with a Ruskinian precision, at least with a Hogarthian pleasure in its 'variety'. What makes me happy too is your own satisfaction with it. Danylion puts a firm approving paw on your shoulder.

Alas, that Michael does not learn. You charged me on the phone with not caring but in fact I do considerably. Our last unhappy talk has had the effect of battering me into a kind of restraint. Possibly not permanent but working at the moment. You must not think; 'Oh, he is stopping loving me'. I have not given up my hopes and I would not give you up even in order to help you. I love you and hope for some meetings. But I shall try, as I have tried a bit in my letters, not to strain you emotionally. I doubt if compromise will be possible indefinitely but it is time you had a rest. Tell me, however that it will not simply work in Michael's favour, because it is not easy for me.

I love you

I shall tell lines to expect me on the 12th.

We are unlucky with phones and this morning was no exception. Still it did get clearer towards the end and it is always enough to hear your voice to make my whiskers tremble with excitement. How I love you. You referred to a crisis? Do you mean there has been another one? Poor, Sylvia, I hope that the Woods are being especially nice - I'm sure they are.

Le Diable Au Corps: briefly, I did not approve of the introduction of death at the end where previously action had depended on character and perhaps the boy's early passages were to confident but we see the reason for this later after all. I admired it very much otherwise: do ask Clifford what made him so contemptuous of it. (It is nice as a film though as I'm sure he'll agree.)

I must go and find some lunch. I hope for a steak. I shall write again after tea in time to catch the last post. I love you, I love you.

Lawrence

65320952 - rcohn

22 x 1948
Wimbledon.
Dearest Sylvia,

I am happy to have your letter, and it contains, at last, a drawing. I take such pleasure in your sketches, even the slightest and this is no exception. It is rough and luminous. Thank you for it. And how I long to see again the picture it vividly recreates though it has never left my mind's eye. Your cool additions to it conjure up deli-cious images. I shall hunt out a damson tree and examine it, if not with a Ruskinian precision, at least with a Ho-garthian pleasure it its 'variety'. What makes me happy too is your own satisfaction with it. Dandylion puts a firm approving paw on your shoulder.

Alas that Michael does not learn. You charged me on the phone with not caring but in fact I do considerably. Our last unhappy talk has had the effect of battering me into a kind of restraint. Possibly not permanent but working at the moment. You must not think; 'Oh he is stopping loving me'. I have not given up my hopes and I
would not give you up even in order to help you. I love you and hope for some meetings. But I shall try, as I have tried a bit in my letters, not to strain you emotion-ally. I doubt if compromise will be possible indefinitely but it is time you had a rest. Tell me, however, that it will not simply work in Michael's favour, because it is not easy for me.

I love you

I shall tell Lines to expect me on the 12th.

We are unlucky with phones and today was no exception. Still it did get clearer toward the end and it is always enough to hear your voice to make my whiskers tremble with excitement. How I love you. You referred to a crisis? Do you mean there has been another one? Poor, Sylvia, I hope that the Wood are being especially nice - I'm sure they are.

Le Diable Au Corps: briefly, I did not approve of the intro-duction of death at the end where previously action had depended on character and perhaps the boy's early passages were too confi-dent but we see the reason for this later after all. I admired it very much otherwise: do ask Clifford what made him so con-temptuous of it. (It is nice as a film though as I'm sure he'll agree.)

I must go and find some lunch. I hope for a steak. I shall write again after tea in time to catch the last post. I love you, I love you.
Lawrence

65326137 - not-logged-in-2058433c12149481752a

65326859 - not-logged-in-8b4bdbd2c1a6b0be0f29

22 x 1948 Wimbledon.

Dearest Sylvia,

I am happy to have your letter, and it contains, at last, a drawing. I take such pleasure in your sketches, even the slightest and this is no exception. It is rough and luminous. Thank you for it. And how I long to see again the picture it vividly recreates though it has never left my mind's eye. Your cool additions to it conjure up delicious images. I shall hunt out a damson tree and examine it, if not with Ruskinian precision, at least with Hogarthian pleasure in its 'variety'. What makes me happy too is your own satisfaction with it. Dandylion puts a firm approving paw on your shoulder.

Alas, that Michael does not learn. You charged me on the phone with not caring but in fact I do considerably. Our last unhappy talk has had the effect of battering me into a kind of restraint. Possibly not permanent but working at the moment. You must not think; 'Oh, he is stopping loving me'. I have not given up my hopes and I would not give you up even in order to help you. I love you and hope for some meetings. But I shall try, as I have tried a bit in my letters, not to strain you emotionally. I doubt if compromise will be possible indefinitely but it is time you had a rest. Tell me, however, that it will not simply work in Michael's favor, because it is not easy for me.
I love you.
I shall tell Lines to expect me on the 12th.
We are unlucky with phones and this morning was no exception. Still it did get clearer toward the end and it is always enough to hear your voice to make my whiskers tremble with excitement. How I love you. You referred to a crisis? Do you mean there has been another one? Poor, Sylvia, I hope that the Woods are being especially nice - I'm sure they are.
Le Diable Au Corps: briefly, I did not approve of the introduction of death at the end where previously action had depended on character and perhaps the boy's early passages were too confident but we see the reason for this later after all. I admired it very much otherwise: do ask Clifford what made him so contemptuous of it. (It is nice as a film though as I'm sure he'll agree.)
I must go and find some lunch. I hope for a steak. I shall write again after tea in time to catch the last post. I love you, I love you.
Lawrence

65336606 - kereilly

22 x 1948 Wimbledon.
Dearest Sylvia,
I am happy to have your letter, and it contains, at last, a drawing. I take such pleasure in your sketches, even the slightest and this is no exception. It is rough and luminous. Thank you for it. And how I long to see again the picture it vividly recreates though it has never left my mind's eye. Your cool additions to it conjure up delicious images. I shall hunt out a damson tree and examine it, if not with a Ruskinian precision, at least with a Hogarthian pleasure in its 'variety'. Dandylion puts a firm approving paw on your shoulder.
Alas, that Michael does not learn. You charged me on the phone with not caring but in fact I do considerably. Our last unhappy talk has had the effect of battering me into a kind of restraint. Possibly not permanent but working at the moment. You must not think; 'Oh, he is stopping loving me'. I have not given up my hopes and I would not give you up even in order to help you. i love you and hope for some meetings. But I shall try, as I have tried a bit in my letters, not to strain you emotionally. I doubt if compromise will be possible indefinitely but it is time you had a rest. Tell me, however, that it will not simply work in Michael's favour, because it is not easy for me.
I love you.
I shall tell Lines to expect me on the 12th.
We are unlucky with phones and this morning was no exception. Still it did get clearer toward the end and it is always enough to hear your voice to make my whiskers tremble with excitement. How I love you. You referred to a crisis? Do you mean there has been another one? Poor, Sylvia, I hope that the Woods are being especially nice - I'm sure they are.
Le Diable Au Corps: briefly, I did not approve of the introduction of death at the end where previously action had depended on character and perhaps the boy's early passages were too confident but we see the reason for this later after all. I admired it very much otherwise: do ask Clifford what made him so contemptuous of it. (It is nice as a film though as I'm sure he'll agree.)
I must go and find some lunch. I hope for a steak. I shall write again after tea in time to catch the last post. I love you, I love you.
Lawrence

WINNER - 65457095 - southsidesunny

22 x 1948 Wiimbledon.

Dearest Sylvia,

I am happy to have your letter, and it contains, at last
a drawing. I take such pleasure in your sketches, even
the slightest and this is no exception. It is rough and
luminous. Thank you for it. And how I long to see again
the picture it vividly recreates though it has never left
my mind's eye. Your cool additions to it conjure up deli-
cious images. I shall hunt out a damson tree and examine
it, if not with a Ruskinian precision, at least with a Ho-
garthian pleasure in its 'variety'. What makes me happy
too is your own satisfaction with it. Dandylion puts a
firm approving paw on your shoulder.

Alas, that Michael does not learn. You charged me on
the phone with not caring but in fact I do considerably.
Our last unhappy talk has had the effect of battering me
into a kind of restraint. Possibly not permanent but
working at the moment. You must not think; 'Oh, he is
stopping loving me'. I have not given up my hopes and I
would not give you up even in order to help you. I love
you and hope for some meetings. But I shall try, as I
have tried a bit in my letters, not to strain you emotion-
ally. I doubt if compromise will be possible indefinitely
but it is time you had a rest. Tell me, however, that it
will not simply work in Michael's favour, because it is not easy for me.

I love you.

I shall tell Lines to expect me on the 12th.

We are unlucky with phones and this morning was no exception.
Still it did get clearer toward the end and it is always enough
to hear your voice to make my whiskers tremble with excitement.
How I love you. You referred to a crisis? Do you mean there
has been another one? Poor, Sylvia, I hope that the Woods are
being especially nice - I'm sure they are.

Le Diable Au Corps: briefly, I did not approve of the intro-
duction of death at the end where, previously action had depended
on character and perhaps the boy's early passages were too confi-
dent but we see the reason for this later after all. I admired
it very much otherwise: do ask Clifford what made him so con-
temptuous of it. (It is nice as a film though as I'm sure he'll
agree.)

I must go and find some lunch. I hope for a steak. I shall
write again after tea in time to catch the last post. I love you, I love you.
Lawrence

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