If there be condensation and misty dishonesty. then the child born will be bitter morose and sad - but be there a blue sky and a view of clarity then the offspring will be bitter morose and sad. The children born of different mothers will be the same my dear because their grandmother is you! Can a child be born of a blue sky and a view of clarity with earth such as you in its ancestory? The child would be orphaned at birth-cast from your household of winter hurtled into the hideous abyss of spring - onward to the loathsome prospects of summer; Nay - the loved one's you produce will wallow in warmth of ice, sleep in beds of bramble, they will eat scorpions and drink acid, and be buried in some unknown igloo.
Verily- the love of a mother is great! for winter loves her children as does summer, deciet loves hers too as does truth.
Soon my dear with their next nine months of lies your children will heave and strain- they will give birth to yet more children, and you my beautiful one will be a great-grandmother! Verily Winters Womb needs cleaning.
But look! do you not see winter tottering outside the pub of spring?-has she not become drunker? no longer is she sober with filth! Nay-she is drunk from the mug of honesty!- "What is this I see" she cries! "I see a blue sky and a view of clarity"!and her children carry her home crying "Mother is ill"! Yet her drunken mirage lasts only a little while, for once sober she rains - hails and snows on a new country, for the old one is either to sodden, and she has left her step-sister monsoon to look after it, or...........it has excepted summer.
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Mouseling!
I am about to go to sleep on the lounge floor it is 12.15, I dare say your asleep, (wish I was with you) The other sheet of paper was written in a poetic mood on the train to Paddington - hope you can decipher it, doesn't matter anyway.
I hoped I could send you some dough - but - ever so sorry - can't !
Can't wait to see you again - (sounds slushy I know).
from struck one to unstruck one -
Love
Robert
P.S: Dont make me too sad! see you saturday!
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Dear Mouse,
It is 8 o'clock on a warm cool evening, Monday evening, to be precise, I am sitting in the Jarden des Tuileries, surrounding one end is the Louvre, at the other, -Trees, there is a gap between the trees through which can be seen running straight down, the very elegant Champs Elysees; from where I am sitting, I can see the Place de la Concorde in which stands the Obelisque, behind that, is a blue shape, can be seen the Arch de Triomphe, slightly to the left, one can see the silhuette of the Eiffel Tower, (forgive the way I spell silhouette, I can't for the life of me think of the correct way).
A big Red Sun is just going down behind the trees, and its very very peaceful.
I've been walking since 6 and have seen quite a bit, I intend to inhabit the Louvre for the next couple of days. I wish you were here with me, but I dare say your quite happy where you are;I shall do some more drawing, and write again just before I go to bed.
Mouse, I've changed my mind, I shall write before I go home. I am now in a little chair it is about 9, and getting dark,my feet are supported by the rim of the fountain near the place de la Concord, all around me are little humans in similar positions, the Champs Elysees stretches down before mewith its lamps on either side going down in perspective, and disappearing at the arch de Triomph. There are lots of statues around, and its getting darker. The lights are beginning to reflect in the water, humans are going home. There are dozens of typical French couples roaming around; one of my sheets of paper has blown into the pool, seems funny the pools quite bare except for my floating piece of paper. It's getting darker still;more lights are flashing on all over the place, (read the next bit dramatically)...Paris night life begins.
I've been walking and walking and walking, and am now lying in my very comfortable bed its about 1 o'clock. I wondered around Montmartre, remarkable things go on mouse! Prostitutes and beggars litter the place its certainly got character, I went into a bookshop and started browsing, the manager came up to me in a tantrum, raging away in his Mongolian verbiage, I hurried off; Just a few minutes ago I went up a little alley way, only this type has doors at the entrance; on coming out a little Frenchman screamed from the distance, in a tone that meant "what are you doing in there?!" having reached me I replied in broken English, that I was admiring the ornate wood carving on the doors, all he did was 'humpf'! and sniff, again I hurried off.
The rooms ever so sweet, and I wish, how I wish you were here, but -wishings no good. Ah well! I think I'll go to sleep, 'Louvre' in the morning. Goodnight Mouse, Goodnight. I honestly do wish you were here.
Morning Mouse! Is about 8.30 and I'm having brecky, then I'm off to the Louvre, every one that passes, bows his head and says 'sir' I know the word in french but I can't spell it,
SKETCH OF BRECKY ROOM
Ah well! I'm off to the Louvre, see you when I'm there.
