23 December 1922

La Prieuré, Fontainebleau, Avon

   I do love to hear about your Dunnings. What a queer thing you should have found them just at this time. Not really queer for it does seem to me to be a truth that when one is in real need one finds someone to help. Are you and ‘Bill' friends. I mean more friends than you and Frieda were, for instance, for you had no separate relationship with her really, did you. I would like to know them both. Darling precious Bogey this is not a letter this time, only this note written on a table piled with paper chains, flowers, little bon bon cases, gold wire, gilded fir cones - you know the kind of thing.
   I attended the obsequies of the pig this morning. I thought I had better go through with it for once & see for myself One felt only horribly sad. . . and yesterday I watched Madame Ouspensky pluck singe & draw our birds. In fact these have been 2 gory days, balanced by the fairy like tree. There is so much life here that one feels no more than one little cell in a beefsteak - say. It is a good feeling. God bless you darling.
                 Ever your
                           Wig. [To J. M. Murry, 23 December 1922.]