[Grace Toll Hall, Scripps College, Claremont]
I am beginning to find writing into the silence a little hard – please do not blame me for that – and perhaps, having hoped to hear from you again before now, I have wondered whether perhaps I have offended you in some way unknown. You tried, I know, to assure me about my own reality. I tend to be jealous of all the thing[s] you are doing and the thoughts even, in your mind, of which I know nothing. I know you will say: ‘Nothing has happened except the same routine which you ought to be able to imagine’ or else ‘My dear man, at least as much is happening to you, and going through your head, I suppose’; but one is not reasonable in these matters. And I know that intimacy in correspondence is an intermittent affair – and besides I believe you are a much more ‘temperamental’ person than my humdrum self – though I think I naturally crave external stimuli as much as you do. Butspringirritates;a7 thereautumnirritates;a3, early spring and early autumn always put me into an irritable state, and my senses too are more acute then for a time. ThePike's Farmdaily life at;a5 weatherautumnat Pike's Farm;a4 hasflowers and floraMichaelmas daisies;c2around Pike's Farm;a1 been of the St. Martin’s Summer variety, though too early for that. Michaelmas daisies in full bloom, the birds having their autumn burst of song, the mornings damp and cold and hazy, and a bright transient afternoon heat. IEnglandSurrey;j4evening bitter at the Royal Oak;a2 have found a good afternoon walk after work and before supper: a couple of miles or so to the East, over the border of Kent, drink a pint of bitter at the Royal Oak at Staffham Wood – you take your pint and sit on a bench outside looking down the village street – it is only two or three houses – and at the mist crawling down the valley – and then back in the dark, for it is almost dark by seven now. AndAmericaCalifornia;d3as inferno;b1 I suppose with you it is blazing heat over the baked brown hills, and that terrible glare on everything which seems to kill all privacy – not that you would have any in such surroundings anyway. Theflowers and floraroses;c7in autumn;a1 lastbirdsfinches;b7at autumntide;a1 rosesbirdsgeese;b8slaughtered at autumntide;a1 arebirdsmagpies;c6in the fields of Surrey;a1 buddingbirdslapwings;c4in the Surrey fields;a1, thebirdskestrels;c3over the Surrey fields;a1 finches swing in the thistles, geese are being killed and eaten, magpies and lapwings skim across the field, and sometimes a kestrel hovers over. Shall I have an envelope tomorrow morning, I wonder? Hardly, you will have been too busy with the beginning of term. Your last arrived with a 3 cent stamp, by the way, but I did not have to pay excess. God bless you Emily.