[22 Paradise Rd., Northampton, Mass.]
IShamley Wood, Surreydaily and weekly life at;a3 have not much to report about myself since a week ago: this is the second week that has been carried out according to something like a plan. I find the three days a week in town pretty tiring, and spend Saturday and most of Sunday resting: Monday and Tuesday are my best days for resting. I have not yet arranged, but hope to arrange, to be in town only two nights instead of three: which would give me one more day for work. OfFaber and Faber (F&F)on war footing;e2 course, there is plenty to occupy me at the office when I am there, in the way of correspondence, interviews, and manuscripts which do not require close study. Any manuscripts needing more attention I can bring down to the country with me. Here there are a certain number of visitors at the weekend, from driving or walking distance; and as society in London is limited to meeting a friend at lunch once or twice a week, I welcome meeting anybody. Of course it is not so easy to work in other people’s houses, and the book one wants is never at hand: but I have breakfast in my room, work there throughout the morning, usually have a nap after lunch, and do a little more work between tea and 8 o’clock dinner. Indeed, I get more rest, and more fresh air, during the part of the week that I spend in the country, than in my normal life; so that, on the balance, I ought to keep about as well as in any past winter. How much work I shall do, or what its quality will be, it is too early to predict; but I have composed a paper for a conference which has been postponed and when I have got more into the rhythm of this routine I may begin to think of verse. The whole situation is unique, of course; but the matter-of-factness of the majority of people helps very much. The steadiness of the office staff, for instance, in turning up to work punctually, and sticking at it, has been admirable: and I believe our staff is typical of all.
ThereChrist Church, Shamley Green;a1 is a charming little parish church within walking distance, where I go on Sunday before breakfast. I have not got to Mass regularly while in London; because when my night’s duty is over I want to get to bed, instead of waiting up for the earliest service; but I try to look in every day for prayer. ICheetham, Revd Ericduring Blitz;e4 see Cheetham for a moment perhaps once a week.
I have had no letter from you since I last wrote, so I shall hope to find one, at least, awaiting me at the office tomorrow. Either that, or Shamley Wood, Shamley Green, near Guildford, Surrey, is the best address. TheSecond World Warits effect on TSE;b3 general effect is of life having shrunk: one sees fewer people, goes to fewer places, and has a more restricted range of activities; and one does not make plans far ahead. I hope to get to Oxford and to Cambridge occasionally during the winter, to expand my horizon a bit.
It is next summer that will seem strangest of all: though, looking back, I find that when I say ‘last summer’, I am apt to mean the summer of 1939, which is so much more vivid in my memory than the summer of 1940. The last year is difficult to remember; and I dare say that all the events of my private life during this war will come to be very dim in my mind. I hope that afterwards will be as real as before! And meanwhile you have a harder life to live than I have.
4.RevdCheetham, Revd Eric Eric Cheetham (1892–1957): vicar of St Stephen’s Church, Gloucester Road, London, 1929–56 – ‘a fine ecclesiastical showman’, as E. W. F. Tomlin dubbed him. TSE’s landlord and friend at presbytery-houses in S. Kensington, 1934–9. See Letters 7, 34–8.