There are times when I seem to myself to have so much to say that I forget one thing because another hurries so quickly after it; and other times when my mind and my life seem wholly vacant; perhaps corresponding to some of the times in real life, as distinct from correspondence, when two people sit and say nothing ‘all the day’.2 OrCharles Eliot Norton Professorship of Poetrycritical to TSE's finances;b1 itfinances (TSE's)TSE's Income Tax;a1 may be, prosaically, that since I wrote on Friday I have been chiefly concerned with details and ways and means of private finances. Even if my royalties are very good I expect to have to sell a bond or borrow from the bank to pay an instalment of income tax. Itravels, trips and plansTSE's 1932–3 year in America;a7TSE's financial imperatives;a6 am wondering how rapacious I can either decently or successfully be in America in the way of getting fees for outside lecturing; perhaps the Norton Professor is considered to be so well paid that he should do nothing outside; but I shall need all the money I can get. Besides, one does get jaded with earning small sums here and there by writing articles and prefaces; and wants to realise on reputation rather than on work! … AtBlake, Georgeinterrupts TSE with offer of haggis;a3 this point George Blake came into the room to ask would I like a haggis or a black pudding as he is getting some from Scotland, andScotlandGlasgow;b7;a1 lingered on talking about Glasgow – that is one of the nuisances here, that certain directors, though very agreeable and companionable people, have a habit when their work is slack, of dropping in to waste the time of another. And they all have more time than I have: I mean, their extra-office duties are not so exacting. It is for this reason, not just mental poverty, that this letter is a scrap: for while he was talking and I was trying to appear interesting [?sc. interested] my mind began to work and to think of some of the things it had to say to you – it merely gets clogged up in the intervals; and if I had the whole day, with a short intermission for lunch, I might really write a letter that would satisfy me and perhaps even you. But I should want to start another letter the next day.
1.Misdated ‘1931’ by TSE.
2.John Donne, ‘The Ecstasy’, 13–20:
As ’twixt two equal armies Fate
—Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls – which to advance their state
—Were gone out – hung ’twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
—We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day the same our postures were,
—And we said nothing, all the day.
10.GeorgeBlake, George Blake (1893–1961), novelist, journalist, publisher: see Biographical Register.