Hampstead
In case you forget
8th January 1934
Dear Mary Pleasant,
The baby wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Still, it was a good healthy specimen, and called me "Uncle Telewick."
Your writing didn't deceive me this time, though it was even less like your ordinary than the other.
I didn't refuse to come to the Old Girls' Dance because I didn't expect to enjoy it, but because I felt snorty at only being asked when someone else had failed.
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Here I got up to phone Eileen, and spoke to you. It was nice to hear your voice again. It sounds beautifully "cushiony" over the phone.
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My cold is a lot better. I am having a peaceable week until Friday.
Just spoken to Eileen. She told me Mummy had not been well so I rang her up too. She has had a weak heart these last few years and ought not to go rushing around.
Eileen suggested another dance for Thursday! A parochial one in Forest Hill that we used to go to when we lived in South London, but I did not feel very keen on dancing three nights running, with you at only one of them, and she was not particularly struck on going either.
Although it is not a strikingly new remark from me I must say that I think it's a great life. Some poet or other once said that the man who had been happy was forever unconquerable or words to that effect. And when I am eighty I think no amount of disappointments, misfortunes or disgrace will ever erase my twenties and particularly my twenty-six from my mind; and even if my middle-age is one blaze of glory I don't think it will out-dazzle the brightness and freshness of being twenty-six and poor and in love with you.
However - and, be that as it may.
I thought my compliments would make you take notice, but I didn't think they would be incredible. still I like a responsive audience.
I am writing awful rubbish. You won't like this letter. I hope I see you tomorrow.
Love
Terrick
XXX
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