28 March 1921
28 March 1921
28 March 1921
Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France
Later still. This letter is fated to be interrupted. Now Sullivan, having drunk 2 bottles of wine and a wineglass of brandy has gone off to Marseilles. J.M.M. . is in his bedroom which adjoins mine, preparing to go to bed. We have been having a tremendous discussion on personal freedom. He has come to the conclusion that to be honest is the whole of the law. You cannot be a ‘good’ artist if you are a hypocrite — but — thats as much as one can say. The rest is personal freedom . . . He looks youthful, excited and gay as he stalks about declaiming this. I imagine he sees white arms beckoning; I imagine he is sloping over Europe with a ruck sack, meeting — whom? A young man on the threshold of Life, in fact.
Whereas my personal freedom is a big table, and to lose myself in work.
Goodnight. Forgive this letter. Be happy.
Katherine.
[To Sydney Waterlow in Collected Letters, late March 1921.]