Jameson, Margaret Storm, 1891-1986

"No, no, how would it be possible for you to offend? I am always and only too conscious of my privilege in knowing you. The one reason why my friends do not hear from me is always the same..."

"I have no words for Jonathan's folly and ignorance. He is an idiot, a crass idiot. He has lost a better novel than he will have on his lists for this many a year..."

"I am so glad you will both come on the 9th, so very glad. I have written to ask Veronica Wedgewood to join us for lunch. It is easy to find the Ivy. If you walk up Shaftesbury Avenue..."

"I have been reading- and re-reading- "La Patrie Interieure" all the week. More than once I turned back incredulously to look at the date at which the book was published- 1928..."

"Please forgive me that I write in very great haste. I have just come home from seeing Constable's- that is, Helen Waddell- and have a few minutes to catch the post..."

"I return "La Veritable Tragedie de Romeo et Juliette" with the sorrowful conviction that there is no room on the wretched English stage for this witty charming profoundly wise play..."

"It made me happy this morning to see your writing on an envelope. I have thought so often of you both- and blamed myself for for a shameful laziness..."

"I'm glad you had a good time in Vienna, it's a city I love, even though it has changed so much since we went first in 1930, when it was poor and simple. I shall always like it- and shall never see it again..."

"You don't know how tired I am. It closed down on me suddenly this past week or ten days, like a cold heavy weight. If I had been planning to come up Thursday to see you, only you, I'd have come..."

"I can't. Your letter, so good, so kind, so wise, so like you, makes me cry. You are in every way right. Being too much, far too much of a coward, to kill myself, I try to die in another way..."