The Letters of T. S. Eliot, Volume 1: 1898-1922 (102 page)

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TO
Hugh Walpole
 

MS
Valerie Eliot  

 

8 August 1921

9 Clarence Gate Gdns  

My dear Walpole,  

I am sorry. But do come on Thursday at
any
time – but 12.30 is a good time as the restaurants are not so full. I am at Lloyds Bank (Foreign Dept.) 20 King William Street, near either Bank (Central London) or Monument (District) stations. A messenger will lead you to my cave.  

Yours always sincerely
T. S. Eliot

TO
Mary Hutchinson
 

MS
Texas  

 

15 August 1921

9 Clarence Gate Gdns  

Dear Mary  

I should be delighted to come to Wittering, but the 1st October is the first date I can manage. I have had to devote the last two weekends to taking various members of my family to Garsington, and I must simply stay in town for the next month to save expense but chiefly to tackle a special piece of work. Do write and let me know if that date is possible, as I shall be very disappointed as it is. Do we meet in six weeks time?  

Yes, it was too bad that you couldn’t come down, but I thought you were coming to see Vivien.  

Yours affectionately
Tom.

TO
Richard Aldington
 

MS
Texas  

 

16 August 1921

9 Clarence Gate Gdns  

Dear R.A.,  

Monday will suit me capitally and the
Cock
is excellent. If you could make it 12.15 so much the better: I can get out as early as I like, but must always
at the latest
be back by 1.30.  

I should like to meet [Holbrook] Jackson and think it worthwhile and I appreciate the trouble you take to introduce me to people. As for the
Outlook
, the simple fact is that I have not sent anything: whether, beyond that, we have been outmanoeuvred, I do not know. The only man I know who writes for it regularly is a small fellow named Martin Armstrong, who sometimes comes to lunch with me; he seems quite friendly. However, that is neither here nor there. MacCarthy is of course an Irishman, that is to say he belongs to a race which I cannot understand. He seemed eager to get Manning, and it is quite possible that his attitude is nothing more than vagueness. I had a letter from him asking me formally to contribute and suggesting some books. Unfortunately he said he was immediately leaving for three weeks, so I suppose my reply will be dealt with by someone else. I suggested that you were the most competent person.  

What I must explain at this point is,
in
strict confidence
, that there is a possibility of a new literary venture, to be financed up to a certain (too certain) point, in which (if it comes off) I shall be deeply involved. This should soon be decided, and I shall then want to discuss it with you at length. But if it is realised, I shall probably have little time for outside writing. It will not yield me much beyond the price of my own contributions, if that, but it might be interesting.  

Yours ever
T.S.E.  

My family leave on Saturday, and I shall then return to 9 Clarence Gate Gardens.

TO
Dorothy Pound
 

MS
Lilly  

 

21 August 1921

9 Clarence Gate Gdns  

Dear Dorothy,  

Tuesday is excellent,
1
but Clarence Gate is not, as my family have just vacated it and it is being prepared and cleaned. I am not even there yet.
So will you come around to the Kensington Palace Hotel, I think it is, around the corner from Church Street. I will be in the hall at 7.15, Tuesday.  

Yours
T.S.E.

1–TSE had sent a telegram on 18 Aug.: ‘Will you dine on Monday or Tuesday?’ (Lilly).

 
TO
His Mother
 

MS
Houghton  

 

[23 August 1921]

[9 Clarence Gate Gdns]  

Dearest mother,  

I am waiting anxiously for next Tuesday to hear of your arrival in Cambridge. But still more I am anxious for the first letters telling how you are. Remember what I said to you before you left about keeping up and keeping strong for your next visit.

We do not move back till the end of the week. We both said we could hardly bear to go back there – the flat seems to belong to you now and is very strange and desolate without you in it.
1
Although it seems as if you had only been here a few days, it is very difficult to realise that you have gone. But I think that the distance will seem less great and less important now, don’t you? It was wonderful to have you all with us.

Your devoted son
Tom.

1–CCE would write to HWE on 14 Oct. 1921: ‘Now I come to the painful part of my letter. I am enclosing a letter from Tom – a beautiful one. I think he missed us very much. He is devoted to Vivien, too much so I think, for she expects so much. And now as I always expected, he is the one to break down. I am surprised at his saying that when we were in the flat it had a cosiness which it misses now. I think the poor boy misses the affection that makes no demands from him, but longs to help him. Vivien loves Tom, and he her, although I think he is afraid of her. The only time he failed in his beautiful attitude of affection for me was when I did not go to see Vivien two days in succession after she returned from Itchenor, and that was the day I received the deed and was busy. (I went one day, but not the next.)’

 
Vivien Eliot
TO
Henry Eliot
 

MS
Texas

 

Tuesday 23 [August 1921]

Wigmore St

Dear Henry,

I am writing to you very quickly because we want to thank you at
once
for what I found in the typewriter. It was quite a shock when you opened it. It is
terrible
that you should be so generous. We want to open an account here in your name and put that money away for you so that you
shall have a small fund, to which you can contribute occasionally if you like, ready for you when you come back.

And the typewriter?
1
What does that mean please? You can hardly have mistaken them
in
(as Tom insists) the circumstances. But whatever it means, you are shown up as an angel. A bloody angel, as they say over here.

Now I want you to tell me something truly. You are not to lie. Did your mother and sister show, think, say or intimate that I behaved like ‘no lady’, and just like a wild animal when [we] saw you off? I was perfectly stunned on that occasion. I had no idea what I was doing. I have been more or less stunned for many months now and when I come to, I suppose it seems dreadful, to an American. I have worried all the time since. Tom said it was perfectly allright, etc, but I am sure he has lived here so long he hardly realises how
very
much less English people mind showing their emotions than Americans – or perhaps he does realise it so perfectly. But I was extremely anxious to show no emotion before your family at any time, and then I ended in a fit!

I found the emotionless condition a great strain, all the time. I used to think I should burst out and scream and dance. That’s why I used to think you were so terribly failing me. But I won’t talk about that now, except to ask you if ever two people made
such
a fearful mess of their obvious possibilities. I don’t understand, and I never shall. Twenty-four hours of contact out of two months. Both flats are equally unbearable to us, so we stay here morosely. We miss you dreadfully – for me, especially in the morning and late at night. We have not even had the spirit to buy wine, yet when the evening comes we curse and abuse each other for not having seen we want it all the more now. I believe we shall become pussyfeet. Your roses have lived till now, but are dying so miserably as I write. Sorry about having to scratch out so many words, but you should be flattered that I write to you at all.

Tom has plunged deep into the ‘Quarterly’ now, and set things going. It
is
going to be the most awful affair, so difficult and tiresome, all the business I mean. I see rocks ahead. However she Lady R.
might
not accept the terms even now, there were two slight alterations in the letter, on father’s advice. I have not got near father to give his pipe, but he knows about it, and gave a loud roar, T. says. I had my worst headache, lasting twenty hours, from Saturday night, so haven’t pulled up yet.

See the Marble Halls we
might
have dwelt in this month – this is the Sitwell country house.
2
Show it to your mother because I think it’s rather nice. And here’s a photograph Otto[line] took.
Keep it
, it is the only one I have.

Write at once and don’t wait ‘
for the mood
’. The mood
comes
, in writing.

Tom will write about the typewriter.

Anyhow we leave on October 1.

Good-bye Henry. And
be personal
, you must be personal, or else it’s no good. Nothing’s any good.

Vivien

1–HWE had left his own typewriter and taken TSE’s, which was worn out.

2–‘I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls / With vassals and serfs at my side’ (from Michael Balfe’s opera
The Bohemian Girl
, 1843). Enclosed was a photograph of Renishaw Hall, the ancestral home of the Sitwells in Derbyshire.

 
FROM
Lady Rothermere
 

TS
Valerie Eliot copy

 

23 August 1921

9 Clarence Gate Gdns,
N.W.1

Dear Sir,

I beg to confirm the arrangement made between us for your appointment as the sole responsible Editor of the Quarterly Magazine to be called the London Quarterly or some similar title approved by us jointly, which I am about to inaugurate,
1
as follows:-

 

 

1. I will provide £600 (six hundred pounds) a year for each of the first three years to meet with any receipts from sales and advertisements the expenses involved in getting up, printing, issuing and advertising the Magazine. You are to be entitled to any surplus which the £600 and any such receipts may give in excess of the expenses as remuneration for your services and/or the extension or improvement of the Magazine as you may think fit, but you are in any event to retain out of each annual instalment of £600, £100 for your services if you think fit. The sums I am to provide will be paid by me in annual instalments of £600 to an account to be opened by you at the Lloyds Bank Limited in your name ‘L. Q. Account’ at the commencement of each year, the first payment to be made by me immediately on your formal acceptance of this letter. All receipts are to be paid into the same account. The banking account to be operated by you solely, but for the purposes of the Magazine solely.

 

 

2. The accounts are to be audited by an Accountant nominated by me either annually or semi-annually as I think fit, all facilities for the audit to be afforded by you. If and when the business is in a position to warrant the expense of a business manager, I am to be at liberty to appoint some person selected by me, but approved by you to that post on terms to be agreed with you.

 

 

3. Except with my express consent all expenses, including payments to Contributors, are to be met out of the annual sum of £600 provided by me and any such receipts as above mentioned. You are during the three years to have the entire control of the literary contents of the paper and sole authority to solicit and accept and reject contributions but in the event of your withdrawing from the editorship at any time, thereafter the Banking Account is to be operated by me or my appointee.

(Signed) Lilian Rothermere
23d August 1921.

1–The title of the new periodical was ultimately to be
The Criterion
.

 
TO
Sydney Schiff
 

MS
BL

 

25 August 1921

9 Clarence Gate Gdns

My dear Sydney,

I was exceedingly sorry to hear this afternoon that you too have broken down and have been in bed. I am not surprised, with the work and worries you have had. I only hope you will be able to get away to some bracing place in a few days time. I am anxious to have the most accurate reports of both of you.

I should have communicated before, but the whole of last week was engrossed by the departure of my family, and I cannot tell you how exhausting we both found it – the reaction from the strain of it has been paralysing.

I have seen Mr Broad [a solicitor], and have had him draw up a letter which Lady Rothermere has now returned signed. I confess I feel more worried than anything, and shall not get any pleasure from the paper until I have seen enough issues appear to believe it a success.

I shall ring up again and will come to see you as soon as you are fit for it, but I do not wish to bother you until you are able to bear it. I am anxious to know how both Violet and you are. Vivien is not at all well.

Aff.
Tom

We return to Clarence in a few days time.

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