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Theretravels, trips and plansTSE's 1935 Faber summer holiday;b9TSE writes from;a4 is so much to write about, and so much to say, that I despair of getting it into words in these circumstances. FrankFabers, the1935 summer holiday with;c5 sprained his ankle the moment he got here, which serves him right for not stopping at Campden, for if he had he would not have been chasing rabbits at that moment; so I may be wanted at any moment to play bad tennis with some of the female members of the household; and this afternoon we are supposed to be going to the beach, and the post leaves here only once a day, at 4.30, and I am using a kind of typewriter I have never used before. The journey was rather tiring, as I had to change three times, and the last and longest stage in a compartment with five Welsh children whose parents were all dairy men in London; and I gave the mother of some of them a cake of chocolate which she immediately distributed among the babies, who had been consuming bananas and oranges all the way; and one of them promptly sicked it up and stepped in it, but no one seemed to think that anything out of the way, and they were all so sticky with one thing and another that I kept my raincoat spread over my knees. The thermos basket, by the way, was accepted with thanks by Mrs. Faber on behalf of her family. It is all very pleasant in spite of dull weather, but I feel very homesick!
I feel curiously shy and bashful in this letter – another reason why it will probably be a short one. MyHale, EmilyTSE's love for;x2a pain of sorts;b2 emotions have been so intense, with the ecstasy which means necessarily acute pain as well.1 ItHale, Emilyrelationship with TSE;w9EH rests head on TSE's shoulder;e1 is a strange thing, and I am sure a right one, that such a sudden and unexpected sense of glory, in having your head on my shoulder for what was either one second or eternity, should be one with an overwhelming awareness of my own unworthiness. And it was like being transported quite unexpectedly into another world, and yet absolutely natural. Do you realise at all how you have steadily grown in wonder to me, as I have grown in understanding of you. I am still almost speechless. Interdit, about it all, in dazzled worship. I shall write again in a day or two when I feel more words at my disposal.
1.‘In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain’ (The Rock, chorus X).