5 Aug 1921

5 August 1921

Chalet des Sapins, Montana-sur-Sierre, Switzerland

Brett, don't let men worry you with sex. Be cold, be brutal. You can't hurt their feelings. If they had delicate feelings they would realise they outraged or disgusted or bored yours. But in the name of our sex make them feel how impudent they are! Intelligent men have no right to be so stupid. I must stop this letter & get on with my new story. Its called At The Bay & its (I hope) full of sand and seaweed and bathing dresses hanging over verandahs & sandshoes on window sills, and little pink ‘sea' convolvulus, and rather gritty sandwiches and the tide coming in. And it smells (oh I DO hope it smells) a little bit fishy. Addio
       Ever
                    Tig.
 M. had your letter. He is imbedded in a WORK just at present. I don't think he is writing letters for the moment. Let me know when you are leaving Scotland.

[To Dorothy Brett in Collected Letters, 4 August, 1921.]